First thing this morning he starts a fight because he has no clean clothes and we went over this 2 months ago, if he wants clean clothes he has to wash them, especially after the way he talks to me like I'm his maid. He just went on and on about how stupid we were and that we should know that he needs his laundry done and that we should do it for him like we do for the younger kids. then he missed the school bus on purpose because he was mad at us, so our whole morning scheduale was thrown off because we had to drive him to school(walking not an option it's -29 degrees and we live 30 kilometers from the school). Then he came home from school on the bus instead of coming to work with us after school and he just sat in a chair watching a movie and let the fire out, to f'ing lazy to get up and put a stick in the fire. He didn't do his homework,he lied and said he had none, not true his teacher had DH and I come to the school to address his lack of work, I don't care he can go ahead and fail. I made a beautiful supper of glazed chicken breast,mashed potatoes, carrots, peas, and homemade gravy, and he came to the table (late) looked around and asked why I didn't make him a plate of supper I told him he could get it himself, like everyone else did, so he rounded his plate up(very unusual as we normally have to make him eat something, which I no longer do) he sat down at the table with his full plate and the little one were already asking if they could have seconds, so got up and got some more, than sat down again and messsed it all up then dumped approximately 2 teaspoons of salt on it, looked at me and said this stuff is gross, I'm not eating this shit, and then went to his room. I wanted to throttle him. there wasn't enough left for the little ones to have seconds because of him, and he never even had one bite!! I f'ing hate this spiteful little brat!