Daylight savings and Daylight withdraw...

So, here we are...daylight savings, March 2013. I, like most people I know, don't care for the concept of daylight savings. According to some articles I have been reading and judging by my own disposition, this is daylight robbery. The theory behind  it all is that daylight savings, especially in the 'spring forward' portion, rob us of an hour of daylight. Thus, not allowing us full production of work that we are capable of, given an average day of work that preceded this up and coming Monday.
Perhaps, this is what became of my relationship with Tylee.
Having said that, I wanted to talk about being robbed. I was emotionally robbed this weekend by our 16 year old daughter. I know everyone will say that I cannot be robbed in this fashion unless I allow it to occur.
I understand that I am one of the parental units in the family, but, our 16yo took this a step too far.
Tylee usually has a sweet, loving, in-charge, Sargent Tylee, caring, passionate, able, willing and can-do, attitude. She displayed all of these things and more when she approached us with the notion to have her Labrador come live with us. We told her that we would consider it. Mary and I talked about it and decided that there was just not enough room in our small condo to accommodate this large animal. We spoke with Tylee about this and she said, "Well, I would like to have some sort of pet. A Guinea pig or hamster or something". We told her, once again, we would talk about it and then we would all talk about it then. Mary and I talked about it once more. We came to the conclusion that we could not accept one more living animal in our small environment. Mary informed her of our decision and she put on a tantrum. She pouted and stomped and put on her juvenile air es. She went off to school and that was that...then the phone rang. Mary had received a call from the school saying she had been checked out. Mary frantically scrambled to find out who checked her out and why. After many calls, Mary found out that Emelia, our oldest daughter, had checked Tylee out and was at Emelia's home. Emelia informed Mary that she was indeed there and was throwing a fit about not being able to have a pet. Mary went out, brought Tylee back home and we began to peel back the layers of the onion to find out the root of the problem.
Tylee informed us that she had already called a lady from an on-line service to purchase the Guinea pig and she was lonely and wanted a pet. Mary called the lady and apologised for the confusion and then Mary and I had determined that we needed to have a sit down with Tylee and talk this through.
Tylee him-hawed around postponed our little sit down. While she was stewing, Tylee's sisters had contacted us and asked if we had viewed her face book. We told them we hadn't seen anything. We went into Tylee's home page and were just taken aback with her postings. She was posting things about her feelings on the current subjects and cursing her family and our decisions regarding this matter. The thought then occurred to me to check her twitter account. This was even worse than her face book comments. She was cursing us all and found this forum to single me out using the Fu*k*ng boyfriend reference to my relationship with her mother. She had blocked us all from her face book and forgot that I follow her on twitter. This was the straw that broke my back.
I mean, yes, of course, I was angry. Angry at it all. The abusive language and how she grouped her "whole" family as this and that and we were this expletive and that expletive and so-forth. But, when she decided to single me out, after all I have done for and with her. She refers to me as her 'step-father' and 'guardian' and 'mentor' and still I was reduced to this label, "her fucking boyfriend". My mood quickly shifted from being angry, to hurt and betrayal. The tweets went on and on, including her whole family and how she wished she wasn't here, her family sucked, everyone was against her, etc.
That was yesterday and here we are. Mary has talked to her. I have not. Tylee sent me a text with a truncated, shallow attempt at an apology and I'm not satisfied. I want her to come to me with hat in hand and offer a sincere apology. I also want her to apologise to each and everyone in this family.  I want her to do this in person, to each and everyone of us. Including her father. I also want an apology on FB and Twitter. Then, I want her suspended from social mediums for 1 month. Then, we will be changing her ability to access these mediums on a daily basis. If she wants to use them, she will need to have achieved daily goals in order to be rewarded with access to FB, Twitter, etc.
I'm considering her text apology tonight and trying to figure out exactly what I am going to say to her. I know that I don't want to make it easy on her, but, I want to let her know she can always come and talk to me, just like before. I need to be firm, but, flexible. Hard, yet soft. I'm glad I have waited to talk to her so I can compose my thoughts.
Thanks to my Mary for standing behind me and US in all of this. She is so incredible and I love her so much. Well, time to sign off and determine what my move will be. I'll keep us all informed. I'm sure this was quite boring for all 3 of you...lol.