I have just sent J to bed (it's 6pm) because he is driving me CRAZY! He normally goes to bed at 7:30, so God only knows what time he will get up. But at this point, I can't deal with him. He "forgot" his homework at school, had an "accident" because he waited to long, he decided to destroy several huge hostas with a stick, and refused to eat any dinner. So now I will think happy thoughts, and think about him like he was last Saturday morning, sweet and darling, working on excavating his dinosaur. As Scarlet said, "Tomorrow is another day."