|a leafy row next to a naked row all in one orchard ~|
We're flip flopping here.
Missy is doing fairly well today. She's even singing Christmas Carols.
Yesterday was interesting. Not even sure what I make of it yet. She was crabby and extremely unhappy to start with. Everything brought a snarl and un-thankful words. I got the idea that I should curb the ungrateful spirit by bringing out the opposite in her somehow, someway.
Christina did her hair for her. I prompted her, "What do you say to Christina for doing your hair for you?"
"I HATE IT!"
lol.... and we were on a roll.
I had her sit down and think of some nice things to say to Christina. It took her a full hour to finally come up with something worth speaking.
Minutes later she was crabbing at everybody over her bowl of oatmeal. Actually she was claiming James' bowl which he'd already eaten out of and saying it was hers and was having a fit for no other reason that I could see other than to just cause a raucous.
I had her come sit by me to think of something nice to say to each one. This caused her to lose it a bit. She refused and the ugly words came pouring out. I could bore with details, but I won't.... this was most of our day. I worked with her patiently. I talked with her. I sang happy songs. I kept her on the piano bench near me always encouraging her to think of something nice to say in place of the awful words.
And she spiraled. DOWN. DOWN. DOWN.
Even when her favorite person from church showed up at the door she was surly and nasty and did not even greet her.
I had to go help the girls with something outside for a bit and I mentioned that I didn't know what to do anymore. Everything I had tried only brought out the worst in her.
Christina said, "Well, she is really enjoying all the negative attention!"
I was like, "YOU are SO RIGHT!"
And I sent the child off to her room and I drove away to run an errand. So glad I moved her to the room closer so I am aware of all her doings in there. Things got better. I only let her out to eat and stuff like that. I did not allow her to stand in the doorway and shout and whine at me. She had to ask for every little thing. She played with her dolls and talked to herself and by evening I could let her out of the bedroom to play with James because the attitude was dissipating. She woke up different this morning and she had a decent day. Occasionally she started to use negative language today and we had her think of something kind to say in it's place, but it hasn't been anything like Friday.
We went for a walk down the road in the dark. She laughed and played running and jumping on our shadows very much like a happy child should. I have no idea what I am suppose to learn from the last two days. The harder I try the worse things get. If I have her play alone for a few hours she might decide to change her attitude so she can join the family. That is so opposite of what the experts tell us we are suppose to be doing.