I'm in a slightly shitty mood but improving. Day was good, well paced and productive. Kids were with us all day, which resulted in my doing some back/forth driving to take Tommy to and from the Gym, then again to and from practice at Leigh. He was wiped and cranky, so we took a shower and got In/Out. Then when we got home, getting late but still light, he wanted to drive. He was defensive and confrontational and did a few really bothersome things. He's trying to just drive like I might and I had to tell him that his 4 drives so far do not equal my 40 years of experience. I told him to drive like he knows I am nervous, and like he knowns that even the slightest accident to paralyze me for life. Both are true. Then I let him stay out too long (realized it too late) and it got dark and he was arguing that his lights were on when they were not. It's infuriating to work so hard to do so much to give him all these opportunities only to be made to feel the way he claims his mom makes him feel.