Is this what I have to look forward to in 10 years or so? My daughters are currently 3 and a half, 2, and -2 weeks or so (my wife is pregnant with our third girl).
Well, she still mad?
And she’s actually irrational and impossible for very similar reasons: when you’re 2 and when you’re 12, there’s a sudden realization that you are not an extension of your parents. You are, in fact, a separate human being who can make the world react to you, and sometimes it reacts in ways you don’t like. So they swing between “Get away from me, I can do it myself!” and “Waaaah, that didn’t work out like I’d hoped! Help meeeeeeee!” 
“Oh, I am about to let you have something. Trust me.”
Haha, true. At least not for the moment. I’m sure it will be my turn again soon.
Aww, this OP makes me sad a little bit, and makes me feel bad about what a hellacious seaward I was to my mom when I was a kid. Dude, seriously, it’s because she’s a tween. I HATED my mom when I was 12. Oh god, she was worse than Hitler. Don’t try to rationalize hormonal children and as long as she does her homework, you’re good. She’ll like you again in 10 years. That seems far away, but before long, you’ll go back to being her hero. I know my mom’s mine. 
A buddy of mine went to a seminar with a school psychologist called how to deal with your tween or something like that. What he took away was: If your tween was an adult she would be considered mentally ill. I liked that, helped put things into perspective.
And that was the age where my mom started hissing, “I hope you have 10 just like you!”
(Heh - and now she probably wonders why I don’t have any!)
Yes, yes it is. My 3 daughters are 12, 10 & 8, so two of them are right in the tween stage. A few years ago, when they were 4, 6, & 10, I was talking to a coworker with a newborn & a toddler, and I said something like “I’m just glad I’m finally done with the diaper stage.” Right now, I’d take the diapers back in a heartbeat.
Not necessarily but yes, it’s likely to happen. In Spain we call it la edad del pavo, “the age of conceit”.
Our daughter is 11 and she’s been taking fish oil for about a year now. It helps.
Hahahaha, sorry to kill your boarding school fantasy, but it doesn’t help. It just means you get to do the same level of drama over the phone and when it’s holiday time, you get it in such concentrated doses that you wish you had spread it out over the period of the semester. Oh and Facebook. Let’s not forget Facebook. sigh
There are days when the only thing that will get my 14-year-old to be civil to me is the threat of losing her cell phone if she doesn’t dial back the snark. That usually works. Temporarily.
One way to punish a teen girl is to threaten to remove her bedroom door. Usually this is enough to get her to be a little less aggressive, since she doesn’t want to have to change clothes and primp in the bathroom. But remember, this is the nuclear option, and if you threaten to do it, you need to follow through with it.
My mother was starting menopause when I was starting puberty. It was excruciating for everyone involved. I still remember the rage I felt over the restrictions on the length of my skirts and other stupid stuff like iridescent blue eye makeup.
Eventually though the hormones stopped playing ping pong with my brain and by the time I was a young adult my parents were once again wonderful, intelligent people whose company I enjoyed and whose advice I sought.
I think that’s about the best you can hope for.
I only have boys, but I’ve been told to brace myself because teenage boys are terrible. Supposedly they get better about the time they move away.
She’s a SHE and a tween. Even worse. 
This too shall pass.
This is driving me mad…mad, I tell you! You have to have some kind of clue! Was she talking about a forbidden breakfast food like Cherry Garcia ice cream, or bacon, or was she extrapolating her snit to something like $400 Justin Bieber Meet and Greet tickets or some trashy pair of leggings from one of the junior ho stores? C’mon…give us your best guess!
And my daughter, who was a handful as a sweet little girl and then made my life a living hell from ages twelve through eighteen, is now my best friend and calls me daily to apologize, as her almost 2-year-old drives her nuts.
I’d hope if anyone actually did this they’d be charged with child abuse.
You wonder why your kids hate you? Because you have the power to do stupid shit like this, and are quite willing to do it. Same with the taking away the phone.
Your kids are not an extension of you, they are separate people. Beyond basic decent behaviour, you don’t get to demand they speak or act in certain ways.
A lot of assumptions rush to my mind when I read this; you don’t have kids, you haven’t seen a child who’s a true victim of child abuse, you lack some impulse control and empathy.
Being a parent or even a babysitter **means **demanding a child speak or act in a certain way. I guarantee your parents did this w/ you or you wouldn’t have turned out as well as you clearly have. Somewhere along the line you acted in a selfish manner in a situation where that was inappropriate, you were corrected and having learned, you did differently later on. Did someone say to your mom, “You’re just being a jerk!” when she made you share a beloved toy or apologize for having said something awful to another child?
Child abuse is not temporarily removing a child’s bedroom door. Child abuse is beating the child into a bedroom door. It is making a child so fearful through abusive language or actions that they barricade themselves behind their bedroom door. It is chaining a child up in the basement. When people label anything that disciplines or annoys a child as abuse it weakens the perception and believability of actual child abuse. Just as you wouldn’t want to be accused of sexual harassment for telling a friend they look nice (though some radical feminist says even verbalizing the difference in the sexes is harassing).
At your (purported) age, you should have peers who are parents, perhaps co-workers. Do they mention being frustrated w/ their children? The previous posters are just like the people you know in person - frustrated, flawed and doing the best they can w/ a child they love and are angry with. Just as your folks did w/ you.