I am officially the worst mom ever!

You would think I made him lose his best friend, or maybe threw away his most treasured toy ever. The way he was crying tonight, you'd think maybe I even cut off a limb. But no, all I told him to do was clean his room. Instead he wants to play a game, or watch cartoons. I say sure, but you have to clean your room first. He told me I "hurted his feelings". I told him I'd throw everything away on the floor, including the bed. He said he didn't care because he has a new room with a bed, meaning Casie's room because she moved back to Reno last night. I told him he couldn't have that room because I was moving in there (kidding of course). He didn't like that too much. Then dad calls and after listening to what I have listened to for the last hour threatens to come home early from work if he doesn't knock it off. Guess where my little drama king is now? You guessed it, cleaning his room.