My darling daughter had a major meltdown at a Bob Evans when we were going out for supper. Sparkle's major issue was that she wanted to sit next to one of her friends, who did not have ANY interest in sitting next to her, and expressed this preference in blunt children's language. ("I don't want to sit next to Sparkle, I want to sit next to MOMMY
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It's a matter of keeping ALL of us safe.
Sparkle is carrying over feeling upset, and balked at not getting her way today, too. Maintaining boundaries and insisting on using nice voices and so on.
It's tiring to have to be the regulator of someone else's emotions.
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Not fun.
I'm so sorry.
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Perhaps in a day or two you could use dolls with Sparkle to act out proper etiquette in a situation like that. It worked with the trains. Then again, people aren't trains.
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In a restaurant, people are trying to have nice conversation and enjoy their meal, and resent someone disrupting that, and it's MUCH more "Get that kid outta here; can't you control your little brat?" and "How DARE she bring that uncivilized monster in here. They don't deserve to be here, ruining everyone else's time."
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That will work up to about five feet and ninety pounds, if I'm still in my college fighting trim, so I've got a bit of slack yet. And the girls really hate it when Daddy removes them quite that unceremonially from a situation.
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Now, I have to do it the long, and louder way. Sparkle was NOT happy to realize that consequences lasted ALL evening into bedtime. I hope that means she will be able to get a grip faster in the future, because she'll remember I follow THROUGH with consequences. (And at least this time, caught myself before the power struggle of take-aways became ridiculous.)
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We had gone out for ice cream a few days ago and the girls were given balloons. Julie was trying to tie hers onto her wrist in the parking lot and I was concerned that it was going to get lost, so I took it from her and told her that she would get it back when she got in the van. She swatted at me, so I turned her around, swatted her backside once, and told her to get in her seat. She then started taking ineffectual swings at me, which was not ok, but turning and starting to run off across the parking lot was extremely not ok.
The latter got her grabbed, hoisted, three swats on the bottom -- which being my bare hand and not delivered with great force were more of an insult than an injury -- and then plopped into her car seat and buckled in. I did give her the balloon ( ... )
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Sparkle continues to blame her friend from yesterday for all of today's grumpitde and tantrums.
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Props for not strangling her!
I am sorry that life is difficult for Sparkle sometimes. Consequences are a bear...
hugs
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I made a few mistakes, but we did get through it.
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