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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I'm Still Alive...

Today has been kinda rough. She is testing us now. Tonight after dinner we went to Sonics to get a drink and she SCREAMED for the whole parking lot to hear that she wanted fries. SCREAMED. FOR. TEN. MINUTES. Its embarassing and I really didn't know what to do, except once we got home she had to go straight to bed and was told no McDonalds tomorrow. We haven't really taken her out shopping, just a quick stop at Target for a bathing suit and it ended with her screaming. I became one of those parents that I hated. I just kept walking, letting her scream and got what I needed and left. Totally ignoring her. Am I right?

For the last 2 nights I have gone to bed crying, I don't know if it's from pure exhaustion or if I really am failing as a mother. I know she has been here only 4 days, but it's still total chaos around here. And when she gets upset..wanna know what she says? I want to go back to my real mommy. (my heart breaks every time)

But, I still stand firm by what I say, I refuse to have a child that eats anything, anytime she wants. (which is french fries. period.) I have told her she has to eat something green every night with her meal and she is doing okay with that rule. She is testing us to see what she can get away with, and we're not letting her.

It's time for me to go to bed, wish me luck tomorrow.


link | posted by Mrs. TSB at 10:34 PM






3 Comments:
Anonymous Anonymous had this to say:

Honey, I don't know what she's been through, but she is going to test you even if she had been with you since birth. I do think a family counseling would be good. Seriously. You aren't doing anything wrong, but this is a dynamic that is not easy and I applaud you for your love.

8:17 PM 

Anonymous Anonymous had this to say:

I agree totally. Do not give in. My 6 year old tests me and throws fits also , i ignore tham as well. Here is something I have done that seems to help a bit. When my daughter cleans her room she gets a quarter. She gets one for behaving through the day, cleaning up after herslef for not being told to, just about gets one for doing anything good. Then when we go to town she brings her quarters and has to buy the special things she wants. That might help. I also agree with fey....she could be scared of getting attatched and being sent back. Mommy and Me days could help to let her see that you love her and wont send her away. Good luck hun!!

Corina (grayeyed_wolf)

3:07 PM 

Blogger Laura had this to say:

I think you are doing the right thing. She has probably had very little teaching as far as "right" and "wrong" go.....its going to be a big adjustment period all around. Stay strong...dont let her get the best of you.

6:04 PM 

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