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Dec. 29th, 2008 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Christmas ended with Cordelia melting down and Scott blowing up. The day had been too long all around, and neither of them had had much sleep. It's very weird to be the mellowest person in the family. I'm just sorry that it only happens when this sort of situation happens.
Santa brought a Wii for Scott and Cordelia. I'd never have thought of it because I don't understand the appeal at all and wouldn't have considered the expense justified. They both love it, though, so it seems to have been a good call. On Christmas, though, the Wii was Scott's newest toy, the one he had to take with him and show off. That meant that he spent a lot of time with the three kids while all the other adults were elsewhere. The kids were not good at taking turns or at leaving each other alone while one of them was playing with the Wii.
I suggested leaving not long after dinner, probably about 5:30. Scott said that he had to let the kids play more with the Wii because he'd promised. Cordelia was running around and getting progressively wilder (more tired and more wound up). She kept demanding more food, but all there was available then was cookies. I don't think the sugar helped. I suspect she was also dehydrated because drinking anything would have required that she stop moving.
I think that, for Cordelia, there was also some jealousy involved. The family Christmas structure is set up in a way that I dislike in that Scott's family gathers and exchanges presents relatively early in the day. Scott's sister's husband's family arrives later in the day and does their exchange immediately. The other grandparents always give Cordelia a nice gift, but they give her cousins, their actual grandchildren, several presents. Cordelia ends up wandering around and hoping desperately that there will be more for her. I think I'm going to have to talk to Scott's sister about that next year because I don't think it's something a child her age is going to deal well with. In another five to seven years, maybe, but not now.
At seven thirty, Scott finally decided that we should start packing up the car. We got everything out to the car before Cordelia came upstairs again. At that point, she freaked out because we'd packed her presents. She wanted to carry one particular item, a Barbie backpack, to the car herself. She actually threw herself to the floor and kicked and screamed. Eventually, she calmed down enough to play more with her cousin. They hid in the basement playroom in an effort to keep us from taking Cordelia home.
When we got Cordelia and her coat and boots all in one place, she kicked and screamed and generally made getting that stuff on her impossible. Eventually, we took her out to the car without it. Scott then decided to try to make her put things on right next to the car. Cordelia kept bargaining and saying that she'd put things on if we put her down and then trying to run. Eventually, she kicked Scott in the face as he tried to wrestle her into the car.
At that point, Scott lost it and threatened to send all her Christmas presents back. Every single one. I wanted to smack him. We needed a penalty for misbehavior. We didn't need a penalty of apocalyptic proportions, guaranteed to piss off most of our relatives. Cordelia had been screaming and fighting long enough that she couldn't stop herself. She had no idea how to calm down. Once we got her into the car and got her to put her coat on, she still cried hard for about fifteen more minutes.
None of this was helped by Scott being absolutely convinced that we had to move the car so that other people could leave. He forgot that everybody who was left arrived after we did and had parked on the street while we were at the end of the driveway. The only thing we were parking in was our brother-in-law's truck.
I didn't argue with Scott while we were struggling with Cordelia. The last thing we needed right then was for the parents to start bickering. I waited until Cordelia was in bed to point out that going from 'we're not happy with you' to 'we're taking away everything because we're not happy with you' at a point when the child is hysterical is a good way to get stuck having to carry out a penalty that will punish us rather horribly (and that, in this case, would have put a huge burden on me as he wasn't going to be home the next day). Scorched earth does not make a good parenting policy.
Scott told me that the meltdown wrecked Christmas for him. I was surprised by that. I mean, five year olds, especially tired, wound up five year olds, do have tantrums. It was a miserable experience all around, but it was the sort of thing that does happen with kids. Parents have to remain at least somewhat calm and come up with reasonable repercussions. Better yet, we have to keep an eye on situations and get out before the munchkin is that exhausted.
I got the two of them to talk the next day, and there were apologies in both directions. Cordelia did lose one new toy for a while. I probably would have taken away more for longer, but I was leaving it up to Scott. I think he was ashamed of overreacting.
Of course, I have no idea how I'd have responded if I'd been on my own with Cordelia acting like that. Scott could pick her up and take her to the car. I can't do that. The last time she threw a tantrum on me, she ended up grounded for nearly a week (losing one day at a time). That was September or October.
Santa brought a Wii for Scott and Cordelia. I'd never have thought of it because I don't understand the appeal at all and wouldn't have considered the expense justified. They both love it, though, so it seems to have been a good call. On Christmas, though, the Wii was Scott's newest toy, the one he had to take with him and show off. That meant that he spent a lot of time with the three kids while all the other adults were elsewhere. The kids were not good at taking turns or at leaving each other alone while one of them was playing with the Wii.
I suggested leaving not long after dinner, probably about 5:30. Scott said that he had to let the kids play more with the Wii because he'd promised. Cordelia was running around and getting progressively wilder (more tired and more wound up). She kept demanding more food, but all there was available then was cookies. I don't think the sugar helped. I suspect she was also dehydrated because drinking anything would have required that she stop moving.
I think that, for Cordelia, there was also some jealousy involved. The family Christmas structure is set up in a way that I dislike in that Scott's family gathers and exchanges presents relatively early in the day. Scott's sister's husband's family arrives later in the day and does their exchange immediately. The other grandparents always give Cordelia a nice gift, but they give her cousins, their actual grandchildren, several presents. Cordelia ends up wandering around and hoping desperately that there will be more for her. I think I'm going to have to talk to Scott's sister about that next year because I don't think it's something a child her age is going to deal well with. In another five to seven years, maybe, but not now.
At seven thirty, Scott finally decided that we should start packing up the car. We got everything out to the car before Cordelia came upstairs again. At that point, she freaked out because we'd packed her presents. She wanted to carry one particular item, a Barbie backpack, to the car herself. She actually threw herself to the floor and kicked and screamed. Eventually, she calmed down enough to play more with her cousin. They hid in the basement playroom in an effort to keep us from taking Cordelia home.
When we got Cordelia and her coat and boots all in one place, she kicked and screamed and generally made getting that stuff on her impossible. Eventually, we took her out to the car without it. Scott then decided to try to make her put things on right next to the car. Cordelia kept bargaining and saying that she'd put things on if we put her down and then trying to run. Eventually, she kicked Scott in the face as he tried to wrestle her into the car.
At that point, Scott lost it and threatened to send all her Christmas presents back. Every single one. I wanted to smack him. We needed a penalty for misbehavior. We didn't need a penalty of apocalyptic proportions, guaranteed to piss off most of our relatives. Cordelia had been screaming and fighting long enough that she couldn't stop herself. She had no idea how to calm down. Once we got her into the car and got her to put her coat on, she still cried hard for about fifteen more minutes.
None of this was helped by Scott being absolutely convinced that we had to move the car so that other people could leave. He forgot that everybody who was left arrived after we did and had parked on the street while we were at the end of the driveway. The only thing we were parking in was our brother-in-law's truck.
I didn't argue with Scott while we were struggling with Cordelia. The last thing we needed right then was for the parents to start bickering. I waited until Cordelia was in bed to point out that going from 'we're not happy with you' to 'we're taking away everything because we're not happy with you' at a point when the child is hysterical is a good way to get stuck having to carry out a penalty that will punish us rather horribly (and that, in this case, would have put a huge burden on me as he wasn't going to be home the next day). Scorched earth does not make a good parenting policy.
Scott told me that the meltdown wrecked Christmas for him. I was surprised by that. I mean, five year olds, especially tired, wound up five year olds, do have tantrums. It was a miserable experience all around, but it was the sort of thing that does happen with kids. Parents have to remain at least somewhat calm and come up with reasonable repercussions. Better yet, we have to keep an eye on situations and get out before the munchkin is that exhausted.
I got the two of them to talk the next day, and there were apologies in both directions. Cordelia did lose one new toy for a while. I probably would have taken away more for longer, but I was leaving it up to Scott. I think he was ashamed of overreacting.
Of course, I have no idea how I'd have responded if I'd been on my own with Cordelia acting like that. Scott could pick her up and take her to the car. I can't do that. The last time she threw a tantrum on me, she ended up grounded for nearly a week (losing one day at a time). That was September or October.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:12 pm (UTC)That way of handling the gift exchange sounds pretty awful, and designed to create jealousy, yes. :/
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:42 pm (UTC)With young children, there's a lot of child rearing advice about not altering stated positions and always carrying through with promises and punishments, basically being consistent. Cordelia's starting to be old enough to understand renegotiation without assuming that it means that she can get her way if she just pushes hard enough. I hope.
I can definitely understand Scott getting upset after getting kicked in the face (I didn't see where she kicked him, so I'd thought she'd gotten him considerably lower down, just going by his reaction). It's hard to have to be the adult, the sane, measured and responsible person.
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Date: 2008-12-29 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-29 04:21 pm (UTC)But, yeah, giving back ALL the presents would not be a good punishment. Sequestering them, yeah.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:46 pm (UTC)If I hadn't been wanting to get far, far away from both of them, I might have suggested other punishments. Of course, I was also pretty sure that Cordelia was beyond hearing what we were saying.
Taking her out of the house was necessary, I think. The cousin near her age was pulling on her, urging her to keep fighting to stay and generally making everything worse. I'm not so sure that keeping her in the driveway was wise. Scott was afraid to shut her in the car, though. ::shakes head:: Bad options all around.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-29 04:54 pm (UTC)Or maybe we could leave earlier, right after dinner. Scott may oppose the idea, but I think it would be a good one. If we planned to leave no later than, say, six, the bulk of the gift exchange on that side could be done after we left. It would be logistically more complicated, but I think it could be done. It would also get us home early enough to have some time to wind down at home rather than having to go directly to trying to get Cordelia to bed.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:57 pm (UTC)As for the response to tantrums and punishments, I totally agree that sudden apocalypse is counter-productive, and rather similar to Codelia's tantrums themselves. Her responses are pretty predictable (the hiding, and the needing one specific item) and should be manageable with a little forethought.
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Date: 2008-12-29 05:06 pm (UTC)My expectations for Christmas day were very low. I expected to be cranky, bored and hungry. That meant that anything pleasant seemed more pleasant.
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