I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I don't have a brick wall handy to slam my head against a few times so I vent here. The constant negativity is wearing me down. You all know the drill...if something doesn't work exactly like she wants it to or whatever. My mom and I went in together and got her a laptop for her birthday. I wish we had never gotten the stupid thing because every single day she tells me how much she hates it cause it's too slow or her Sims game doesn't work right on it or whatever. I've spent so much time working on the thing to speed it up and it works fine for me. It has Vista on it which I don't know (and I hate that program) so working on it is NOT my favorite thing to do. She's just lucky she has a laptop. *I've* never owned a laptop. We live and breathe *everything*. Nothing is ever good enough...nothing I say, nothing I do, nothing that is done for her, nothing that she gets. She can't do this or she can't do that and she's 'told me this a thousand times but I never listen'. She accuses me of yelling at her everyday. Her definition of yelling and the rest of the world's definition of yelling are two different things. If I disagree with her, I'm yelling at her. If I'm tired and don't sound all perky, I'm yelling at her. If I'm adamant or stern, I'm yelling at her. Tonight she even accused me of kicking her while she's down. Oh, and apparently I ALWAYS take easy child's side in things. That's interesting because I don't get involved in their disputes. They can work it out. But, apparently ONE time I stepped in and told her to knock it off and so now I 'always' take his side. And then she wants to rehash these things at least a few times a week just to make sure I know how terrible of a mother she thinks I am and how miserable I make her. There is no way she can be happy if everyone around her is yelling at her all the time just because she's not a perfect little angel, she says. (The perfect little angel thing is new. Started when I picked her up from my Mom's on Sunday.) I wish I could remember the last time I really did yell at her. It's been too long ago. She makes me tired.