difficult child's eye hurts. The world is going to end. She won't let me look at it then yells at me that I *won't* look at it. Tell her not to rub it. She rubs it constantly. Put in some natural tears. You would have thought I was torturing her - before I even got any in, and all I managed was one drop. "It's not fair. Everything bad always happens to me." Because of course no one EVER in the history of mankind has had it as bad as she does. Then she tells me that it's white on the edge on and underneath her upper lid - that I would have known except that I won't look at it. Told her that sounded like a stye. What's a stye? So, I looked it up on medicinenet.com or something. And I'm reading it to her. "IT'S NOT ON THE OUTSIDE!!!" I pause and keep reading "....it can also be underneath the eyelid". "IT'S NOT RED, THERE'S A WHITE THING!!!" Your entire eye is red. "IT CAN'T JUST HAPPEN IN A SECOND! THIS HAPPENED IN JUST A SECOND!!!" It's an infection. It was sitting there brewing and all of a sudden it let itself be known. "IT'S NOT A STYE! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME!" "Use warm compresses..." "WHAT'S THAT?" Get a washcloth hot and hold it over your eye. "THAT'S NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING. IT'S UNDER MY EYELID!!!" Fine. Be miserable. I'm trying to help and you're yelling at me and being nasty. "YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME!" Enough. Go to your room; just get away from me right now. "No." difficult child, go to your room. "Why?" Because I said so. Because I am trying to help you and all you are doing is yelling at me. She just sits there. difficult child, go to your room or I am taking everything out of it. She just sits there. Fine. I take her computer, her guitar and the power strip to her tv/dvr/dvd player. And I walk away from her. She goes back to her room. A few minutes later, she comes back. "I thought you were going to take everything out of my room?" What more would you like for me to take, difficult child? "What my guitar and computer is everything?" Try to turn on your tv. "So, what you unplugged it?" You'll figure it out. "It's not fair. Parents threaten and they shouldn't do that." I didn't threaten. I told you what would happen and it happened. "What, I'm not supposed to have a mind of my own?" Not when I tell you to do something. I'm the mom. You are the child. There is something called respect and yelling at me while I'm trying to help you is not showing respect. "You never show any respect for me either. You're a hypocrite." That's when that calm came over me. Fine, difficult child. But, remember this. This "hypocrite" is the one that takes care of you, fights for you, does things for you. So, don't ask this hypocrite to take you to have your lipped pierced. Don't ask this hypocrite to do anything. "YOU'RE SO MEAN TO ME! WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO ME???" At that point, I laid down and took a nap and realized that I only have 4 years and one month til she's 18. I think I might survive that.