She makes everyone around her responsible for her feelings and nothing is her fault.
Her fuse is so short that even getting through challenging homework is an exercise in patience for everyone involved. Her meltdowns are spectacular and always at the same volume so I don't know when to take her complaints seriously or not. This bites me in the ass when I shove her out the door to school as she is crying and begging to stay home and then I get a call later saying she has gotten sick on the bus and needs a ride home. It has become impossible to tell when she is serious about something and embellishing for dramatic effect. Last night she had a meltdown at Sparks when she tried to tell me I needed to make a snack for her class at school the next day and I said No. (If she wants me to make treats for her class I need more notice than 7:00 PM the night before please.)
My mom tells me that I was as impulsive and spirited as Charlotte was when I was little. I guess Karma is coming back to bite me in the bottom.
I really want to do what is best for Charlotte and raise her to be the best Charlotte she can be, but I am not sure I am going to make it out of this alive.