The art of being a Drama Queen

I am sitting here with my daughter who is currently telling me why she can not help kicking the underside of the cabinets while she is doing her home work.
"My legs are too long to not do it Momma. Especially when I am stretching."
I have now relegated myself to three words..."DO YOUR WORK"
"But I don't know what the sentence I should write for, press, is."
"Do your work."
Now there is an ache in her had from being in computer class today..."Do your work"
This had been going on since 3pm when we got home from Rita's Ice Cream (which I am now wishing I had not done).
It really is an art form I think. First she starts by complying with my instructions and shows she is making an effort. Then she finds little things here and there to get upset about. The "A" is not perfectly straight, the "S" is too wiggly, then, the foot starts itching so she must get down and take her shoe off to fix that. While she is there her sister comes over and pats her on the back. This is excruciatingly painful and now she much break down into tears because nothing is going right.
"Go to your room and lay down until you are calm and ready to do your work."
Now the sobbing really gets going with spattering of wails. When she finally comes out she is all red faced and puffy eyed. She says she needs a tissue because her nose is dripping, and I cant do my work now because, "my head is throbbing."
"Get a tissue, go to your room and lay down until you are calm and ready to do your work." That is all I say...if I say more she will not be the only drama queen in the room. God grant me patience!
She is now here next to me "TRYYYYINGGGG" to do her work, in between aches, pains and the occasional messed up letter. Oh the teen years will be sooooo much fun. I do love her tenacity though!