This is long... I apologize. I'm a little too fried to pare it down. Duckie has been running hot & cold for the last month, since she was put on a steroid for a few days. She's been trying hard but has been rather demanding and self-centered. It's pretty typical behavior in an 8 year old only child but it has been nearly non-stop. She crossed my line today. She had a half day of school and I have a ton of projects that I'm working on. She kept interrupting me when she got home. I told we had errands to do, she said she'd rather have a play date but I told her I just couldn't makes the calls, etc because we were already running late. She pouted, but accepted it pretty well overall. Then she lucked out: a friend called & invited her over. I let her go because, frankly, it would be easier on me. So I went about my errands which, except for gassing up my car, were all for her benefit. Stuff for the church Christmas play, stuff for the school Thanksgiving celebration and (since she wasn't with me) a Christmas gift. I picked her up at friend's and told her we needed to hurry to get to her gymnastics class on time. Friend and Duckie started talking sleepover. I said maybe but not until I spoke to husband to verify he had no plans. So I'm talking to the other parents at the end of gymnastics class and she comes out, interrupts us and demands to know if I had spoken to husband. No, I was waiting until he gets home. She's none too pleased. She kept at me while I was making dinner. I told her stop asking me or she wouldn't be allowed to go. Period. I was developing a horrid headache by this point. She immediately jumped on husband the moment he walked through the door. He said she could go, that he didn't have any special plans for us tonight. I called the cell of friend's dad and left a message (it was dinner time, about 5:30pm). Duckie asked me to call again at least three times in fifteen minutes. :madone: I told her I'd call back if we hadn't heard back at 6:30. We ate dinner. I sat down in the living room to watch a few minutes of the local news at 6:20 and she says: "Mom, it's almost 6:30...". I told her to leave me alone... that I deserved a few minutes of peace and I was tired of hearing about what she wants constantly. She actually laughed at me! I stood up and walked away because I couldn't trust myself to stay within arm's reach of her. So I went downstairs for a few minutes to cool down. Then I came upstairs and told that I would not be taking her to the sleepover because she's just so disrespectful and demanding. I told her she was welcome to figure out another way to get there and pack herself but I was done with it. Then I walked into my bedroom and closed the door. I could hear her immediately go after husband to get him to help her, but she needed to know the phone # to confirm first. husband didn't know the number; he came in and asked me and I said "no" because my daughter doesn't appreciate me enough to treat me respectfully. That's when the crying started; sobbing actually. I let her go about 15 minutes and came out. She was hiding in her closet but still crying loudly and sobbing about how unfair life is. So I open the door and she immediately says "I'm sorry!" "Nope, not good enough this time. I've been talking to you nearly everyday about this for a month and no improvement. So now you're sorry because you aren't getting your way. Not good enough." So she ran the gamut of pleading and accusing, even threatening. She tried to blackmail me (I won't trust you ever again... I won't love you... etc.). And then she finally accepted that her behavior has been over the top. That it's wrong to be so demanding and wrong to have laughed at me. And she said that she understood why I was upset and she would have been hurt and upset too if our places had been reversed. She came out of the closet and we made up. And I gave husband the phone number.