Jess, your daughter wouldn't eff with you if she knew what a badass you are.
My children are 19, 20 and 25 - so I have survived the teenage years. Let me assure you that going through the teenage years is worth every second when you realize you have wonderful adult children.
There were few, if any, negotiations with my children as I was raising them. I inherited my father's 'do-it-my-way' attitude and roaring lionic voice. I never once made arguing with me an option for them.
So, while I felt deeply ashamed that they felt compelled to gang up on me and sit me down the first weekend in February and tell me I needed to stop drinking, I also felt an enormous surge of pride that they had the stones to do it.