After IHBT left yesterday, difficult child 2 followed me at less than 10 feet for the entire duration of the day. By 9pm, I was feeling a little suffocated. difficult child wanted to read a book. husband tried to step in and told difficult child to sit in the recliner and read his book, not realizing difficult child meant he wanted me to read a book to him. difficult child did as he was told, but it broke his heart, he crawled in the recliner with the book and spewed giant crocodile tears because he doesn't know how to read. husband felt awful, I felt awful....obviously difficult child felt awful...I hate the teeter/totter of difficult child-dom.