I thought Wynter could get loud. With that deep voice of his, I think the windows were rattling. All because I asked him to rinse the soda cans that had accumulated and put them in the recycling bin. That's it. He went off. Said I was p!ssing him off. Said everyone was. Said he just wanted to sit down for 5 mintues. Well, darlin', that's all you've done since you got out of school...ran around with your friends. He was just trying to be nice, he said, taking his friends places (with his friend, Dan, driving Devon's car). That's your choice, not mine. Then he said I never appreciate anything that he does, never say thank you, and he's not going to do any more favors. (that was my reaction...surprise at his gall and then laughing - inwardly - at his arrogance) Oh, I say thank you every time. No you don't. Wynter piped in, yes she does! Yeah, that didn't tick him off or anything. He said I was yelling at him to do the laundry. I think he's lost his mind. I did all the laundry yesterday and have towels in the dryer and bedding in the wash. Then he said that earlier I was telling him to get out of the house, that I wanted time alone. I told him he was living on another planet. He swore up and down that I did, so I told him to ask Dan who was standing with him the entire time. They came home from school and told ME that they were going to go do this and that. It was kind of one of those shock moments. Like, how did you get reality so twisted? I told him not to plan on doing anything tomorrow, which of course is totally unfair. Sorry, bud, you don't get to talk to your mom that way. I told him he'd get over it. Oh, and it's somehow my fault that his license is suspended and he can't drive for 4 weeks. As if I'm the one that got the ticket. No, I'm just the one that won't let him drive on a suspended license and that is ticking him off. Too bad, so sad.