When did I get a teenager

Ladybug turned 6 last month.  6!  And yet I am pretty sure I have a teenager.  I like teenagers.  Just not a teenager who is 6.

She is negative about everything.  I am clear what she hates.  In one word -- everything.

She hates having her hair done. 
She hates cornrows. 
She hates puffs.
She hates the idea of getting her hair cut shorter. 
She hates everything I cook. 
She hates school. 
She hates the Y. 
She hates her car seat. 
She hates helping with chores. 
She hates going to bed. 
She hates running errands. 
She hates playing in her room. 
She hates cleaning her room. 
She hates brushing her teeth.

She whines and groans about everything.  And it is driving me nuts.  I don't know what to do. 

We got released early from school today because of weather (although I am still waiting for any sign of bad weather).  I told her we needed to go to the store to pick up tomatoes (I forgot them yesterday).  That got a....

Aaaawwwww Mom!  I don't like tomatoes.

I am aware.  Suck it up.  But I didn't say that.  I said we could pick up a few things needed to bake cookies since we were spending the afternoon at home.  That got a....

Aaaaawwww Mom!  I don't want to bake cookies.  I want to go to Elizabeth's house.

Keep up the attitude and you won't be going anywhere.  I didn't say that either.  I told her we could walk to Elizabeth's house and check but we should buy the cookie things just in case.  That got a...

Elizabeth said it was fine.  I don't want to bake cookies.  I hate baking cookies.  I am going to Elizabeth's.

But I bought the cookie stuff anyway.  After I told her I was sick of hearing all the things she "hated" and told her she needed to find a way of people more positive.

It turned out that Elizabeth's mom was not home so Ladybug could not go over to play.  We made attempt number 1 at making cookies.  She was all attitude.  She whined.  She wouldn't listen.  So after about 8 minutes I lost it and sent her to her room.  I am not the most positive person but her negativity is really getting to me. 

I let her stew in her room for nearly an hour.  She didn't stew long.  She slept.  I woke her up and asked her to make another attempt at making cookies.  Attempt number 2 lasted about 6 minutes.  I really lost it this time.  I was just done.  I sent her to her room, told her to get in her pjs, and go to bed.  She was done.  For the night.  She stomped upstairs, picked up her music box, and threw it across the room.  I ran upstairs and yelled.  If she can't respect her things then I will gladly get rid of everything.  She doesn't have to have toys or pretty things. 

I stomped downstairs to cool off.  And once cool I remembered...she can't go to bed.  She desperately needs a bath.  She stiiiiiinks.  And she needs to be moisturized.  She is looking more gray then brown these days.  So a dragged her out of bed, and set up her bath.  I read while she bathed.  And then I decided I had to do more hair work.  She has 1/2 style.  She has a big puff.  Which will get tangled.  And she hates having her hair brushed (did I mention that above?).  So I did hair for an hour.  I was gentle.  I was kind.  And she whined only a little.  But she did not get a movie.

The negativity needs to end.  I just don't know how to make a 6 year do that.

Mean Mama