It was 2:10 pm this afternoon and the house was quite and reasonably clean. Lacy had used the toilet three times since waking up this morning at 6 am. Silly me, I thought things were going well. Around 2:11 PM I heard my name being called... evidently nap time was officially over.
I took Lacy off her vent and took her to the bathroom so she could use the "potty". Lacy wanted none of this. I took my usual spot sitting on the side of the bath tub and she on the toilet and the meltdown began. She wanted down. No she didn't want down. Yes she did want down. No, wait she wanted to be left on the potty. I helped her put her feet in her pull-ups and she began kicking and screaming and then hitting. Kicking and screaming I will let slide if it's just a minor flair up, however, hitting is a non negotiable. Immediate time-out.
Lacy was placed sans pull ups (aka butt naked) on her time out mat. Let the games begin.
Me: "You do not hit people. You will sit in time out for two minutes. Then you will put your pull-ups on"
Lou: "No no no no no no no
no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I will not."I placed her on her mat and walked to the other end of the hall, pretending to ignore the screaming... but seriously, I think people in Lake
Arrowhead could hear the screaming at this point. After two minutes I let her know that it was over, she just needed to put on her pull ups and she could go play.
Lou: "No NO NO NO
NO NO I will not! I don't have to!!!!!"hmmmm... seems like we've already heard this argument... guess we will just ignore it.
Lacy, being highly experienced in the art of tantrums, decided to kick it up a notch. She began to slam her head
against the wall. At
TK this would usually get some form of a reaction. At
Casa De
Isley, this only had her moved to the middle of the
living room away from walls and safely on carpet. The screaming intensified... didn't think she could go much higher, but I have to give that girl credit she really did commit to her tantrum. I walked to the kitchen (all of 15 feet away) and started doing dishes. I reminded her that she needed to put on her
pullups before she got up. I will spare you her exact response, but there was screaming and yelling and flailing and some gnashing of teeth. I made a frantic call to one of my best friends to make sure that other kids do this kind of thing (they totally do) and then called my mom.
Then the biting began. Lacy was ready to take this, once again, to the next level. She was determined to get attention and get her way. So she began to bite her arms. I was
devastated. I wanted to make her stop, but I knew she was trying to manipulate me. Then she started crying "
owwie owie,
mommie my arms they hurt..." All I could say was, "put on your
pullups and you can be done"
Lou: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO I DON'T HAVE TO!!!!!!!
I made a quick call to her social worker to let him know about the arm bites... not sure what I was supposed to do about it, but since she didn't break the skin, I figured we were still OKAY.
I continued to ignore her. Around 2:45 she walked into my room (still screaming mad) but she was wearing her
pullups. backwards and all bunched up. I didn't care. I was secretly so proud of her and reassured that I had done the right thing. I started clapping and telling her how proud I was of her... and her response: "Get away from me, I don't like you" and off she went to the living room to scream some more.
Another call made for reassurance that I was doing the right thing... I was, other kids do this too, I was told that to just tell her that I love her and I'd be right her waiting for her when she was done. Ten minutes later we were best friends again. I told her again that I loved her and I was glad she put her
pullups on.
That was my first meltdown. One very long hour. We had survived.
Pullups were on and Lacy was happy as a clam.
3:30 pm Randy was now home from school and I was in my room
getting things ready for work.
Lacy came into my room walked over me and said, "Mom... I love you".
Pay Dirt!