Son #1 is having an emotional freakout. These generally consist of yelling at me.
I am calmly, quietly, going about my business (cleaning the kitchen, collecting laundry and trash, wiping urine off the toilet) while calmly, quietly repeating:
"If you want to do well, study. If you need a break from studying, do something else for a while. But yelling at me will not help you. Do something productive with your time, instead of freaking out and yelling."
"I CAN'T DO THAT! I am ALREADY a loser, compared to Dad, OR EVEN YOU."
And here I stand, with a vinegar-soaked washcloth, wiping boys' piss off of the toilet I scrubbed 2 days ago, while being yelled at by a teenager.
He is right. I want the fuck out.