Taking a five year old to the dentist.
Can I have a medal now please?
This is the first time Lilly has given us any grief whatsoever about anything :/
First mistake was telling her where we were going. We told her yesterday because she needs some warning, changes to her routine freak her out. This morning when I went to get her up, she was hiding under her bed.
So after some begging (and a bit of bribery), she was up and dressed. She was very quiet through breakfast, taking Daddy to work and the whole drive there. Since she’s normally a big bundle of noise and sunshine, this was really strange.
Nothing really happened until we got to the dentist. Then; full scale meltdown in the waiting room. I’m not kidding. Screaming hysterically, throwing herself on the floor, crying until she threw up. I was gobsmacked.
When you’re raising a child who came from an abusive family, discipline is something that you really think twice about. Any mother who’s had a child act like this in public knows how they’d proceed. If this had been my younger brother, he would have gotten a whack on his bum and told to sit down.
As it was, I just had to bundle her up and take her home. There was no way the dentist could deal with her covered in vomit and thrashing around screaming.
After a shower and a change of clothes, I sent her to her room. I told her how disappointed daddy and I were in her, and how we expected her to be a big girl. She’s been in there for half an hour now, and I’m about to go in there and face her again.
Parenting; I’m probably doing it wrong.
