Well this evening we had the meltdown. None of it involved the GCSE candidate, who wisely went to his room and stayed out of it.
DS3 (Y9) has had three days of back-to-back end-of-year exams (which feel important to him as they will be used for setting and decision about triple science) and was looking forward to an evening watching TV on the sofa.
DS1 (Y13) was already comfortable on aforementioned sofa, watching aforementioned TV in the background whilst attempting some revision for tomorrow afternoon's A-level exam. The exam tomorrow is in his weakest subject, he knows very little, he will probably get an E and he is feeling quite low.
Battle 1 ensued.
DS1 agreed to go up to his room, taking a blanket (we have half a dozen). DS3 clearly wanting to pick a fight then decided that was the only blanket that would meet his needs.
Battle 2 ensued.
DS1 went to his room and cried, which I haven't seen him do for months.
I told DS3 he was being selfish and told him to stop being such an arse. Not my finest parenting moment.
Poor DS2 is the only one in the house who actually has an exam tomorrow morning. Due to his ASD and auditory hypersensitivity, he needs a quiet, calm environment. This evening I have not been able to provide that. 