My son is 3. From the day he turned 2 he was a handful. More than a handful. A holy terror. I have 3 kids. I told myself that it was just the terrible two, which have turned into trecherous threes. He is mean, violent occasionally. Every tiny chance to pick a fight and he will. Everyone assures me that he does not hate me, but I am not so sure. I dread getting up in the morning because I just don't want to be around him. What kind of mother is that? My husband is in the Navy and travels alot. It gets worse when he is gone. All my son's rage seems to be directed at me. In those moments when he is calm, he is delightful. He is adorable, loving, sweet and cuddly. But then I know soon the tantrums will reappear. I have decided to have him evaluated for ODD. I have been resistant because I feel like our society over diagnoses. I don't want him to be "labeled". I don't want him to be unduly medicated. I am suffering. Sometimes I think that I need to be medicated. I long to drop my kids off at school so I can be alone. I thought I would love motherhood. I'm not so sure now.