Monday, March 23, 2009

How I almost went to jail

Over the past week, Bethany's been relapsing back into some terrible fits. Although they're not as bad yet, we are on a fast train back to this. I am determined to "Nip it, in the bud.", to borrow a few words from Barnard P. Fife.

Barney Fife: "Nip it in the bud! You got to nip it in the bud! ... Nip it! You go read any book you want on the subject of child discipline, and you'll find that every one of 'em is in favor of bud-nippin'... Only one way to take care of it."
Andy Taylor: "Nip it."
Fife: "In the bud."

I haven't forgotten that hard lesson I learned the last time we dealt with her repeat drama, so here's how I chose to deal with it today. It's the simplest things she chooses to throw tantrums about, same as last year. The crazy part is, it started at the same time last year. Weird!! It's always about getting dressed or fixing her hair.
This morning I was hustling everyone around trying to get her and Joseph ready to leave to help Mamma and Papaw plant their garden. She just screamed bloody murder and refused to put her clothes on. I warned her about losing her pink nightstand. When that didn't work I packed her nightstand, and all it random contents aka treasures, into our bedroom. Which caused stronger and louder wailing.

So then, I informed her she would lose her vanity too, if she didn't stop throwing her fit and get dressed.
Unresponsive.
Out came the vanity. Causing even more horrendous, ear piercing screams.

Next, I told her again to get dressed and stop the tears.
She blatantly refused so off the wall came her painting and into my room it went to lay atop the pink vanity, next to the pink nightstand.

At this point I started dressing her and when she didn't stop the head thrown back, mouth slobbering, hair all in her face, some body's killing me scream, I took away her music that plays in her room.

I fixed her hair and still no positive results. So I sat her on the front porch step and told her that if she didn't stop the neighbors would wonder what was wrong with her.

Didn't faze the girl! It's a wonder neighbors didn't start popping out of their homes.

I kept an eye on her through the storm door and my parents were coming at any minute. All the sudden, I realized one of our neighbors had an official looking car in their drive way, and the car door was open.
I rushed out the door and said, "Bethany, see that car over there, that is a police man. If you don't stop screaming he is going to come over here and make sure that you are okay. Do you want him to come ask you a bunch of questions? I'll have to tell him, "Officer, she was being naughty and wouldn't stop screaming. Her baby sister was scared and crying, because she wouldn't stop screaming, so I had to sit her on our porch."

Immediate silence.

End of the drama.

I hope your laughing at this story and not thinking I am a horrible neighbor, or worse, mother. I just don't know what to do with her when she acts like this. Believe me, it can go on for hours. By that time, I am exhausted and angry with her. I'm glad this worked out so well.

Thank God, it was the county code inspector, and NOT a police officer.

7 comments:

Jeff, Dana and Hayden said...

very creative. I'll have to store that for future use. Hope your tomorrow is less eventful

therextras said...

LOVE the reference to Barney Fife! My Hubby sometimes repeats that same line. hehe. You seem too young to remember Deputy Fife.

Thanks for the chuckle. Barbara

Miranda said...

To young for Barney Fife!? No way, it's called, priceless TV. No matter how old you are, it's always fun watching. My 4 and 3 year old love it and will watch one episode after another.

Melinda said...

I understand totally how you feel dealing iwth this. My oldest (now 20) had similar fits. I actually resorted to telling her once that if the policemen came they would take her away to a new Mommy and Daddy....for whatever reason that worked, but to this day I still feel a twinge of mommy guilt thinking about it. It sounds like you handled the situation very well. You didn't lose your cool and that says a lot for you as a Mom.

MB said...

Ah, the tantrums...don't you love 'em? I starting to get a handle on what works to stop my son's, but he can throw some good ones. Never fun. At least we are not this one woman I saw following her son around a grocery store while he threw the biggest fit I ever saw I kid throw in my life. Poor woman...she was just at a loss over what to do. It went on for ages.

I like your What's on the Refrigerator. Cute.

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Amber said...

We're experiencing the SAME thing here..except he's 2 1/2. UGH! Someone told me a teaspoon of vinegar will do the trick. Actually it was our pastor.

Gena said...

We have the SAME issues here. The tantrums are AWFUL! I just give her a time out (while she is kicking and screaming of course!) and then I try to give her loves. It's a big PAIN IN THE BUTT but eventually works.