Whew. difficult child did not want to go to day camp this a.m. He has been complaining about it for 2 wks. I've only signed him up for two camps: this one, which is a tech-science camp where you take apart appliances and rearrange them into interesting inventions, and another one next wk, which is a sleepaway camp. I need my time alone to work. All he wants to do is play sports and shooting games on his PS2. These camps are logical solutions, in my humble opinion. So, last night, difficult child came into my ofc and said, "Can I ask you a tiny favor? Don't get upset when I don't go to camp tomorrow." He'd been totally obnoxious to husband all day (Happy Father's Day, thankyouverymuch) and this was the last straw. He spent the previous night with-a friend and we know they didn't get much sleep, so we're back to not allowing him any more sleepovers. (I'll break that news to him another day.) I sent him to bed. This a.m., he refused to get up. I called husband, who was at work, and he talked to difficult child, and it only got worse. difficult child used his arm to wipe off everything from the top of his dresser. Threw everything he could get his hands on. Slammed the door to the bedroom. I heard more banging and crashing. 1000 baseball cards. Every dresser drawer. Books. Magazines. Laundry. Pens. Pencils. A container of 409 spray. He hasn't had a tirade like that in months. After about 10 min, I went into his room to tell him I was leaving with-o him to register at camp. He was getting dressed, and in a nasty tone of voice, said so. Just then, husband called and said he was on his way home. I told him he didn't need to. Wow. Then difficult child said he wasn't going to talk to me all day. Fine by me. One min later, in the car, he berated me (luckily, day camp is only 10 min away) and insisted that he wasn't really our kid, and if the courthouse burned down with-all the adoption papers in it, where would he be? There would be no proof. I entertained myself with-the thought that he would be living in a trash heap like Slum Dog Millionaire, but kept my mouth shut. "Get that smirk off your face!" he shouted. "This is not funny." We got on campus and the pres of the univ walked by the car, so I rolled down the window to greet him. He is a retired senator, as well as the U pres. difficult child refused to turn his head or make eye contact. The pres took my hand and said (smirking), "I'm sure there are lots more interesting things to do than to meet a university president." Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggh, I was so embarrassed! In the pkng lot, difficult child continued, "This is a NERD CAMP! They wear matching nerd t-shirts and do nerd projects." "Without nerds," I replied, "there would be no PS2s or computer games." "I DON'T CARE!!!!" Ooookay. I'll remember that. There was a long line outside, so despite the hour it took to get difficult child out of bed and going, we were on time. Shock. I walked to my car and phoned my little sister, singing "Alleluia" from Handel's Messiah, until she chuckled and said, "What's going on?" "I just dropped off difficult child at camp. He tantrumed and trashed his room but now I'm FREE ALL DAY!!!!" I'm off to paint a bit.