The Purpose of Life

Well I can check off another fail as a Mother.

The girl went to a slumber party at the neighbor girls house this past Saturday night.  Upon returning early Sunday afternoon she was tired, hungry and mad (THE TRIFECTA).  And mad she was...at me.  What I did I am still not sure, I am thinking it had to do with not being able to read her mind as that is often what she gets mad at me for.  So here's the story of when she got home. It played out like this.

Me- "Hey Honey glad you are home! Did you have a good time?
The Girl- "No I didn't win the singing contest it was a tie with Neighbor Girl."
Me- "Well I am sure you sang better she probably only tied you because it was her party."
The Girl- "I am hungry"
Me- "Okay fix yourself a snack. I know there are not many options but we are headed to the store shortly, we were waiting for you to come home"
 The Girl- "There is NO FOOD IN THIS HOUSE AND I AM STARVING."
The Boy innocently walks into the kitchen at this point.
Me- "I can make you some Ramen Noodles to hold you over."
The Girl- "No, I only like them cooked on the stove."
The Boy- "I will make them for you, I can have some too." (He had just finished lunch, but is ALWAYS hungry)
The Girl- "I DON'T WANT YOU TO MAKE ANYTHING I HATE YOU YOU ARE AN IDIOT!!!!"
Me (pointing towards the doorway)- "To your room, NOW.  Do not yell at your Brother."
The Boy- "I am NOT an idiot, I was trying to be nice, you stupid idiot."
Me- "Don't talk to her she is tired and cranky and not being nice. It will get you nowhere with her right now."
The Boy-"Okay, but I really would like to eat some soup."
The Girl (on her way to her room, speaking to me) -"I HATE YOU, YOU ARE STUPID.  I WANT TO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE, I AM NOT GOING TO MY ROOM. I AM CALLING THE POLICE!"
Me- "TO YOUR ROOM-NOW!!"
The Girl- "YOU ARE A BITCH!"  (as she runs quickly to her room now)

I head back to the kitchen where my son is and take a breather as I know it won't be long before The Girl comes down from her room. I start to make her some Soup.

4 minutes later...
The Girl has come back down and is in the kitchen.

Me- "Are you calm now? I am making you soup."

and here it is my proudest Mommy moment...
The Girl- "I hate you. I wish you would die.  If you would die MY LIFE WOULD HAVE PURPOSE."

Shocked at what she said, both trying not to laugh at an 8 year old saying such a thing as well as wondering where the hell she learned that one.  Note to self - no.more.sleep.overs.

After a beat.
Me- "Would you still like some soup? Or will that somehow deplete your purpose in life too?"
The Girl- "I can't eat that you touched it!"
Me- "That is your choice."

After 10 minutes of her staring me down and giving me the evil eye, she finally ate. Probably only because The Boy was on seconds and she was worried about not getting any soup (especially after she acted so terribly to me and was worried I wouldn't make more, don't bite the hand that feeds you).  After The Girl was done eating she was her normal self it was amazing almost like she has a superpower but her superpower is SUPER BRAT GIRL- da da duh da da daa!

  Later that day I told her "I don't know what happened earlier, or who that girl was that came to our house, but for the love of all things holy please don't act that way again. I love you."