The good news is, he's at school and I didn't yell at him, but today Ashton spent the majority of his morning locked in his bedroom. Getting up is not the problem. It’s actually doing something once he’s up. This morning he climbed into our bed at 5:30. I dragged him to the bathroom and then escorted him back to his bed, where, I’m sure, he never went back to sleep. When I got home from running at 7, he was up snuggling on the couch with Taylor. He had already eaten breakfast. I reminded him to look at his morning checklist and check it off. Then I reminded him again. And again. Finally I told him that if he didn’t get dressed, I would lock him in his room until he did. By this time it was 8:00 (an hour after I had started telling him to get things done). So up to his room he went. I locked the door. He screamed and cried and whined and tried tactics like, “I’m scared!” or, “My pillows are in the way of me opening my drawer! I need help!” or finally, “I need to go to the bathroom! I’m going to pee my pants!” He had already gone twice before going into his room (and didn’t go again at all after he was finally released). I knew he just wanted to get out. I told him that he better hurry up and get dressed so he could go to the bathroom. He told me a number of times that he was dressed. Lies. At 8:45, I told him that London was leaving for school on her bike and that if he wanted, he could ride his bike to school with her. Oh, he wanted to, but not bad enough to actually get dressed. I sent London off. He was still in his pajamas. Finally, at 8:55, he was almost dressed and we left the house at 9, just as the late bell was ringing. I’m not sure what to do to light a fire under that child. This is only one example of the things he refuses to do. He also won’t do any math problems that involve writing the number 8, because when he tries, his 8s always “look bad”. But that’s another story for another day.