So, I went to chaperone Asher's speech therapy class' field trip to the airport today.
Asher was horrible--not listening to me, hitting me and his friends. Pretty much acting like the girls I used to work with as a residential counselor in Boston, except I didn't have 3 other adults to help me manage a restraint.
He had a time out in the bus. He had a time out where I just held him and he screamed and everyone looked at us. I took away every privilege I could think of.
(The kids in my group hugged me and told me I was a good mom. That's how awful I looked--5 year olds were ready to comfort me.)
Asher finally turned around his behavior (kind of) so he could try and earn back his privileges and fell asleep on the bus ride home.
He woke up and said, "So, do I get my privileges back?"
And, I said, "Yes, but you know what, Asher? I'm not going to go on another field trip with you. You hit me and were mean to me, and I didn't have a fun time."
Asher's response, "But I got my privileges back, right?"
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Field Trip with Asher
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2 comments:
Is it bad that I am laughing so hard at your misfortune? That sounds like an awful afternoon! I had a mom who could never come on those things, and finally she got off work to come once. I was so excited and was the perfect child (but I had a perfect child syndrome/complex). It's one of the best memories of my younger years.
This will be an awesome memory too--one day.
Some people value some things; some people value other things. On balance, what is love and respect next to some time with X-Box?
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