I guess I am just like the mom of any other teenage girl tonight

I just got down-right mad at Rachel tonight. I think the correct term is fed-up. She stayed home sick from school today and so I went to work late (my friend was awesome and came about 10:30am to stay with her the rest of the day so I could go to work). We had a pretty mellow night and I ordered pizza just because she was craving it and did some other nice things for her like watched what she wanted on TV. Then we started talking about her brother and she got unreasonable and hostile with me when I wasn't really trying to say anything but that I expected her to speak nicely to him even if that isn't the way they normally "joke" with each other (they tend to call one another names a lot). Well she got more and more nasty and mean until she finally said to me, "you should pull the sick out of your butt." That made me so mad (even though she has said worse). Tonight I reached the point where I felt like she had the self-control to talk about this stuff in a more mature way and I felt like I have to crack down on some of the nasty tone, rolling eyes and saying things just to be mean. The good news is that I think was a pretty typical mother-daughter fight for her age. I was kind of observing myself from a distance as I sent her to her room and then stamped all over the house cleaning in my anger. It sort of made me laugh even as I thought up lengthy arguments in my head about how "I go out of my way to be kind to her and she can't use me as a punching bag every time she is angry"... and on and on... and on. I pretty much sent her to bed after that. I told her that she can talk with me about her real feelings and struggles but she can't just be mean. I won't treat her like that I won't let myself be treated like that. She then started into how I am not her real mom and she is going to get rid of me and so on. I told her I wasn't going to stick around to listen to it and walked out. She still wanted me to pray with her before bed. All I could really say is how glad I am that the Lord listens to our prayers even though we aren't always praying with a right heart, and that Christ's perfection makes our prayers right before the Lord. Tomorrow I go with Rachel to her mom's house for her grandpa's Wake. That should be interesting. Even though I know her feelings are so complex and confusing I am still a little fired up and I will be happy to deal with her when she actually wants to talk about her emotions rather than denying that there is a problem and just being mean. I am laying the smack down!