Bad, bad girl

Good morning! Frankly, mine has not been so dandy. I have spent the last hour or so battling a laptop that is on it's last leg. It is not being very nice. This somehow seems fitting as I have a daughter that fits into the same category. In fact, she is not even just "not nice." I am going to have to put her into the category of "wicked." It does not take long to figure out that everything in the Dungan household is not all roses and sugar.

In the past, I have mentioned that we were having a power struggle between Sydney and Miss Claudia. Well, it has escalated. And when I say it has escalated I don't mean just a little bit. Sydney has resorted to turning into a maniac. Frankly, there have been many times in my life that I could not have been prouder of Sydney. So, I guess with the highs, come the lows. Right now, I could not be any more disappointed in her. Ordinarily, I would make a joke by implying that this is somehow related to chemotherapy but her behaviour is so bad that even that does not seem funny. There is screaming, name calling, and flailing arms and legs. It is awful.

Trust me, we have addressed it with punishment about as much as we can. I can't think of anything more that we can take away from her. Ultimately, I need to get to the bottom of whatever it is that is ailing her mind. Sydney is clearly angry. She clearly does not think something is fair. We have tried giving her more responsibility. We have tried to ensure that she is given age appropriate freedoms. All of which is failing - miserably!

So, today I don't have any answers. I just have a problem. I know we can figure it out. We just haven't done so yet.

It would be much easier to blame this on neuroblastoma.

Nobody said parenting would be easy.

That is why I've got purpose.