You all knew I'd post this note. It was just a matter of when. I finally realized that difficult child has not been recovering from eating wheat at camp because husband told easy child should could buy her own food and keep it in her room. She is really an airhead and difficult child has been eating her Cheerios and other foods all weekend. So he's been walking around like a zombie, splotched skin, bloodshot eyes, all wk. Yesterday he played with-the PS2 on the TV (I had a new cord made) and then lied and told me had read his assigned summer reading, and I was so busy with-the handyman, etc. I didn't pay much attention. I let him have 1 hr on easy child's computer, and then when it was time for him to get off, he balked. I gave him 1/2 hr. Then 10. I finally said, "Dad's home, time for dinner." difficult child went straight to the LR and played his PS2. What about dinner? He's wearing boxer shorts and his usual black blanket aka Darth Vader outfit every day now. I told him to put on a shirt. He said no. He went into the DR with-his blanket (it's the size of a dbl bed so it knocks things over) and I backtracked him and went to unplug the TV cord. He zoomed back in and blocked my way. I told him that if he blocked me or made a move, I'd knock him into orbit. husband came up behind him and told him to put on a shirt and come to dinner. Let's see how many filthy swear words we can come up with, shall we? B... F ... you get the idea. It ramped up and difficult child went to his room. He trashed it ... I could hear things slamming overhead. Such pleasant background accompaniment for dinner. (He refused to eat what we were eating so I heated up Beanie Weenies and just let it sit out.) I saw him get the bowl around 9:45 and bring it to his room. This a.m., he started in about the TV cord. I said, "No electronics today after your behavior yesterday." "It was your fault!" Here we go again. I told him there was no discussion. I left to get the dogs from outside. He started again. I left the room. 15 min later, I called him to meet me in the car to go to math tutoring. He showed up, sat down in silence, and I thought I'd try a normal conversation about the storms we've had lately. Fine. Normal, normal, normal. Like nothing ever happened. Go figure.