It's been one of those days, and I'm tired and don't feel much like blogging. I'll just say that the day started out rough with Rachel choosing to misbehave. She pulled it together and we got her to school. She did alright for a little bit after school, then just went right into intense dawdling mode and not doing what was asked of her. Got her ready just in the nick of time to go to Awana at our church. She seemed to enjoy herself there and was sweet when I picked her up. I gave her a cracker snack in the car and made her some warm vanilla/maple milk when we got home, and then it all went to pieces from there. Manic behavior with an intense focus on direct disobedience while smiling. We finally got her calmed down and ready for bed, with no nightlight and almost everything removed from her bed (stuffed animals and comfort blankets) except for one polar bear, Poley, who's her special favorite. She was also aware that any further misbehavior would result in Poley going out the door for the night.
I hate times like these and wish she wouldn't choose to be so darned willful and stubborn. It's like she thrives on wreaking havoc when she gets into this particular mode of behavior, and it's so difficult to derail her from that and get back on the right track. We're working on it and we won't give up. I believe we'll win out in the end.
But sometimes it sucks.
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