I can always tell the mood of the day by the first time I tell #1 to turn off the TV. When it is refused accompanied by telling me what kind of person I am (usually whore, bitch or worse) I know this will not be a successful day.
I think I am just going to keep #1 in his room today. I am sick of dealing with him, and can already feel my blood pressure shooting up just thinking about dealing with him.
While I joke about it, it is days like this that I really wish I did use duct tape on him.....
OK, maybe not. I still like the idea of a subdural implant that delivers shocks through a remote control when he misbehaves though.....