So, difficult child had been soooooo good lately, and working so hard doing chores, washing the car, filling it with gas, being polite, setting the table, never missing a day of school. Then it all went away. He has missed 2-1/2 days of school for cold/sinus issues. Fine, except that he's up, dressed, coat on, ready to go, and husband leaves for the gym at 6 a.m.... and difficult child sits down in front of the TV and plays video games all day. (I slept until 6:15 and saw him; he said he was sick. I had no idea until that night that he had his coat on and was ready to go.) He got his official drivers license. He got his own job at McDonald's. He's been snotty and rude. He's had friends over constantly--even overnight--with-o permission, but have you tried waking up teenage boys at 10 p.m. when they're sacked out on the couch? They're like dead people. He stopped doing chores. He gets his friends to do his chores for him. (!!!) You get the idea. So we go to therapy. What's up? We ask. He starts to cry and says, I tried to do all that good stuff and behave but it was just too much work, so I gave up. HUH? That's his black-and-white thinking again. Just a bit more complicated than it was when he was 3. He had dinner with us last night and was in a pleasant mood. We're working on it. One. Day. At. A. Time.