At 4:50 this morning, I woke up to find that the power was out. After looking to see if the neighbors had power and reporting the outage, I began to tackle my morning in the dark.
I couldn’t make breakfast since we had no cereal and I couldn’t cook. Frustrating, but at least D can eat at school and the girls and Samoo can eat when we get power back.
I used my phone as light to see in the dryer to get D some clothes, then again to find him some socks. I gave him his 5 minute warning and went back to the bedroom to get Chad up. On the way down the hall I stumbled on a sandal and stubbed my toe.
Pouty had an accident in the bed, so I used my phone for light to find her some clothes. She changed while Chad got dressed for work.
We tried to get D up again, but were being met with opposition. He has a science test and while he studied, he was not fully prepared (at least in his mind). Add in the pouring rain and the dark, this was not a huge surprise. We are met with more opposition over smaller issues on a regular basis.
I put all three little ones in the car and Chad gave D one more chance to get his shoes on. He refused, so Chad told him that he would carry him to the car because we really had to go so he would not be late for work again. I grabbed the shoes and backpack, Chad carried D who had it in his mind that he was not going to school.
On the way, he fussed because he was cold
I was hot, but he finally fell asleep. Since he was asleep, I drove straight to the school after dropping Chad off. As I pulled into the parking lot, I handed him his shoes and told him to put them on. He put them on, but refused to get out of the car. I used the “choices” parenting style that I’ve become an expert at using tried to use faithfully for a couple of years and said, “D when you choose not to get out of the car, you choose for me to call the principal and ask for help.” I’ll spare you the rest of the conversation, but I called.
A very nice lady walked out and talked to him, after a lot of negotiation he agreed to go in and wait for his teachers to get his work together so he could do it at home. Although, he agreed, he took my keys with him to be sure I would not leave and stood by the front windows so he could watch me the whole time.
I called Chad and joked about being held hostage at the school by D. The very nice lady walked back out and gave me my keys, telling me that he has agreed to stay after some negotiations with her, the principal, and his teachers. Chad laughed and said for me to be sure to thank the hostage negotiation team at his school.
Yes, we joked about this, but this has to be
almost as stressful as when he has an explosive tantrum.