After school today I took the kids to "Skate Night" at the elementary school. Kids could bring skates, bikes, scooters, etc. and ride around the loop between parking lots. It was a good idea. They advertised that they would be selling hot dogs and popcorn, among other things. Emily was the only one of my kids who wanted a hot dog. I was counting on the popcorn for the other kids, but they didn't have it as they'd advertised. That was disappointing. It would've been their after-school snack, and plus, popcorn makes them so happy, and I like to have happy kids! Then Emily dropped her hot dog off her plate before she even got one bite. She ran up to me and was so upset that she hit my arm with her plate (face down), getting ketchup all over my arm. I got upset with her and told her she was the one who dropped the hot dog, so she is the one that needs to pick it up and either eat it or ask for another one--and told her to get me a napkin for my arm! She did ask for another hot dog, and they were nice and gave it to her for free. I got rid of her plate so she'd have to hold onto her hot dog instead of balance it on the plate. Then someone bumped into her and she dropped her second hot dog! Another burst of tears. Again I presented her options. She asked for another hot dog. The hot dog seller gave ME the hot dog and said maybe I'd better hold it for her! Of course I had to hand it over so she could eat it.
The hot dog came with a drink and chips. I said Brandon and Nathan would get most of the chips since there wasn't any popcorn, and they didn't want a hot dog. Emily accepted that, and it went all right until
After their food was gone, Emily wanted my help putting on our roller blades (a wonderful hand-me-down from some friends). They're really hard to put on and she seemed to think she depended on me to put them on her, although it was nearly impossible for me to shove them onto her feet. She needed to push her feet down herself. At one point she got frustrated and threw the skate toward me and it hit my ankle. Sheesh! Yes, I let her know I didn't appreciate that (and said I was done helping her). She pouted, but finally she got the skates on and I helped her skate. We recently got these roller blades and she had only skated on the carpet, so she was pretty teetery. I held her hand and she went a little ways and then plopped herself down on the curb in discouragement. I asked if she wanted to skate or if I should go back to where Jacob and Nathan were, and she said I could go back. I did. I could still see her, and she sat there and pouted or cried (I couldn't tell which). Then a friend of hers came along and helped teach her to skate. That worked out better. Sometimes someone other than me is best for helping Emily with frustrating things. Kind of like how my mom initially tried to teach me piano herself. With her, I didn't restrain myself enough when I got frustrated. My situation with Emily is extremely similar. She was proud of herself for skating and I was, too.
The rest of Skate Night went all right.
When it was time to go home, Nathan had been the last one to take a turn on the scooter, and Emily wanted to ride it back to the car. I told her she could ask him, but if he said no, not to take it from him. Well, he said no. She tried to take it from him and I stopped her, so she plopped herself on the ground and refused to come to the car with us. We walked ahead and I silently prayed for help to know what to do. (Seems I do a lot of such pleading lately!) I called back to her that if she didn't come with us, (in other words, if I had to come back for her), she'd have to go to her room when we got home. She came.
We got home and hurried and had some dinner before bedtime. Fortunately I had lots of spaghetti leftover from Nathan's preschool picnic today. (It's nice when you bring something to a potluck that people like and eat up, but in this case, it worked out well that they didn't! Especially for
