My Daughter, The Spawn of Satan

Do you ever wonder why god created children? Nights like the last few, I think they were created to torture us as parent's. Maybe it's someone's way of getting back at all the hell I put my mom through. It started a few days ago, but I will only go back as far as last night. My wonderful, sweet, charming, little shit has become the evil spawn of satan, with mouth on her from hell. She is 10, thinking she is going on 16. If this is anything like the teenage years, just shoot me now. Please? Last night she wanted me to take her to get her ears pierced (this would be the 4th time we have done them, another long post on that one), I told her no, she needs to learn to respect me. She start's to get a little sassy with me. A little while later she calls me on the intercom and asks again. Same response from me and then she hangs up on me.....little shit. By now I am getting a little perturbed with her. She comes up to my room and starts giving me grief. She wanted to watch something on TV in my room. "No, I am watching TV." "Mom, you can just go downstairs and watch it." "No, this is my room." She argued with me for a few minutes, until she realized she was arguing with herself. She runs in her room and slams the door. That's it. I told her she had exactly 2 seconds to get in the shower and go to bed. She runs into the bathroom and slam goes the bathroom door. Now I am seeing red. I, in my most calm as can be, pissed off voice, tell her to open and close the bathroom door 20 times and to count off while she is doing this. She argues with me over it. "Ok, now 25." Still more arguing. "Now 30, count off." I hear "one" then "two" then nothing. I can't hear you, start over. "One.....two.....three...." as she is getting quieter. "Start over. I can't hear you, count off." Through these huge, gigantic sobs, I hear "One, two, three." This went on for over 45 minutes. That little hellion is very obstinate. Finally she gets in the shower. We argue some more over the next 15 minutes as I try to get her to go to bed. I follow her into her room and it looked like a tornado had past through there. I told her to climb in. "But mom, I can't sleep in here. It's a mess and I can't find my bed." "Not my problem, get into bed." Here we go again with the smart ass mouth. It's my fault her room is a mess and I won't clean it for her. Tough shit little one, I am not a maid....... A few minutes later, I see her walking past my bedroom with a bag full of clothes in hand. She's leaving to find a mommy that is nice. "Good, I will drive you myself. Now, get your ass in bed." "You are not a nice mommy. I want a new one." My response, "You are not a nice daughter. Can I have a new one too?" Needless to say she cried her self to sleep, while this mean mom laughed her ass off. Tonight, nothing changed in her attitude. I told my mom what happened today and she did what I expected, "Welcome to my World" as she was laughing..... God, help me. The teenage years are coming. Dyzgoneby