A Touch of Scarlett, our journey with a rare bleeding disorder

I think I reached my breaking point this weekend. What was supposed to be a calm, peaceful trip to the redwoods ended with my daughter and I in tears and me realizing there needs to be some big changes in our household. My sweet, caring, intelligent daughter has turned into a master manipulator. Debating, crying or freaking out every time someone follows through on a consequence she has been threatened with. Because of the waterworks she usually puts on and because I feel so bad that I'm always telling her No because of her bleeding disorder, on usual circumstances, I must admit, we usually give in. . .Yesterday this was not the case. I guess I should start from the beginning. Scarlett was up at her grandparents cabin for what was supposed to be a double sleepover. My husband, son and I joined her on the second afternoon and had taken the kids down to the playground and to explore their favorite giant redwood tree stumps. After feeling like I had been yelling at Scarlett all...