Holy crap!!!

 Mental break down 

Can a teen make your brain shut down?

The dream was great!  All about a handsome, dark-haired man, his arms wrapped around....and that's where it ended abruptly with, "mom, I can't breathe!"  My oldest daughter was standing at the foot of my bed, having what I know is one of her panic attacks or something similar.  She has a mild case of asthma and the day before she had only nine puffs left of her inhaler.  This is where she begins to wig out.  She is just fine until her inhaler is down to a few puffs.  Anyway, there was no way to get her another one until after 8 am the next day, so I told her not to do anything that would cause her to have to use her inhaler too much.  She then cleaned her room, which she hadn't done in nearly six months (this always causes her to have problems because of the dust), then went to her boyfriend's house, where he and all his friends smoke constantly. 
So, there it was five o'clock in the morning, my wonderful dream obliterated, but I was o.k with that.  Where there's one dream, there's always another.  My sub-conscience is great that way, probably due to my absolute lack of romance in my life, or more accurately, lack of life.  the problem occurred when I was dumb enough to say, "hun, the pharmacy doesn't open until eight, so you need to try and calm down, or you could always go to the hospital if you simply can't make it that long."  Then she proved to me that she was not having trouble breathing in the least.
  "You just don't give a $%#@ about me and never did," she creamed.  "My dad would help me.  He always helps while you do nothing but bitch when you have to do anything for me."
 This pissed me off.  Her dad had little to do with her until recently, while I was the one who took her to the hospital, helped her with her homework, took her to appointments, etc. etc.  and I had just maxed out my credit card on just her, save $50.00 that was set aside for her inhaler of which I couldn't buy until the next day.  I tried to remind her that my doctor said I couldn't have any stress because of my blood pressure, but...."You always think about you!"  She screamed some more.  "Why the hell should I care?  You don't care if your own daughter can't breathe!"
My equally immature husband was up by now with all the screaming, and he jumped in, I guess he didn't want to be left out.  He screamed and yelled like a 10 year old at her while I sat there with my mouth hanging open wondering when this nightmare was going to be over and the handsome, dark-haired man would be back to put a smile on my face.  Well, he never came back because by the time they were done with there verbal bashing, it was nearly time to take the other kids to school.   Low and behold, a couple of hours later, my oldest daughter was all smiles,  while I felt as if my heart would explode and my hair would fall out over the amount of stress I had to endure.   Will this drama ever end and will I know how to react to calm serenity if it does?