She's been in this mood since Tuesday. Nothing makes her happy. She's been yelling at the kitten (who, by the way, has made a very nice recovery) and saying that the kitten is annoying her. Monday, Tuesday and most of Wednesday we weren't sure the kitten was going to make it. She was devastated. Now, the kitten is annoying her. Sigh... Last night she complains for the umpteenth time that her knee and her wrist hurt. Her knee hurts because she has a growth-related thing going on. I don't know why her wrist hurts. I also don't know why she comes to me with these complaints because I can't say or do anything to please her. She doesn't want tylenol or advil, nor heat nor ice and she doesn't want to soak in a bath. She says these things don't work. I tell her - again - that those are the only thing I know to offer that may help to alleviate the discomfort. She replied that if I really cared I would think of something. Then it leads to how unfair everything is - how easy child gets to do things just because he's older (duh) - you get the idea. I asked her how we went from her knee hurting to this and she kinda laughed and said she didn't know. I was writing this post in my head tonight when she came down crying and told me that Nana (my mom) wanted to talk to me. She said that Nana was being mean to her which is difficult child-speak for "I'm not getting my way". Seems they are having a disagreement over difficult child's hair. My mom told her if she isn't happy with the way it turns out tomorrow that she will fix it. She won't have to live with it. difficult child is just angry that she's not getting what she wants the way she wants it. Totally doesn't care that maybe my mom who did hair for 30 years may know what she's talking about. difficult child wants it her way. I understand wanting to offer guidance because you don't think the child will be happy with the results even though they asked for it. But, I also know my kid. It's only hair and it can be fixed. The way I feel about it is, if she's going to argue about it, do it her way and then she'll have to live with it for a bit if she doesn't like it. Then maybe she'll realize that some of us do in fact know a thing or two. Big maybe with my difficult child, though. My mother, however, doesn't live with difficult child and thinks that she can reason with her, whereas I've learned to let difficult child learn some things on her own. So, I'm on the phone with my exasperated mother in one ear and my angry and crying girlfriend in the other. I couldn't help but laugh. Of course then difficult child stomped out of the room. AHHHHH! LOL difficult child really needs a better sense of humor. But then I AM rather easily amused.