On Wednesday difficult child was finally well behaved enough for me to want to take him to Monster mini golf, so I asked him if he wanted to go. He said that now it was too late to go (it was 12:30) and he cou;dn't go. Can we go tomorrow (Thursday)? Sure. Tomorrow is fine. Later that day I was leafing through a magazine and I saw a cake recipe that I wanted to make for the next night (I had friends coming over and I wanted to make something yummy) and I asked difficult child if he wanted to help me with the cake. He loved the idea and was very excited about it. The next day I'm in the shower (6:30 am!) and I hear a knock on the door. It's difficult child (he's the only one who knocks) and he said that he didn't think we would have enough time to go to Monster mini golf and make the cake. Could we do mini golf tomorrow (Friday)? Okay. Tomorrow is fine. He helped me bake the cake and we had a good time in the kitchen and he had a great rest of the day. Friday morning I tell difficult child that husband was not going to be home for dinner that night and I was going to take him and easy child to IHOP for dinner. He loved the idea because he likes to get breakfast for dinner there. Later, after I brought easy child to sports camp, I told him that I checked on line and Monster Mini golf opens at 12:00 pm and that we can go after lunch. Nope. He can' go that day, either, because now we're going out for dinner that night and how can I expect him to do all of these things in one day? Tomorrow. Whatever. Wake up Saturday morning with a headache. I tell him that unless I feel better I'm not taking anyone anywhere. Can anyone guess how well that went over? Complete meltdown! I'm being mean and unfair to him. I knew that he wanted to go today and I just don't want to take him. I PROMISED that I would take him and now I'm going back on my promise. husband had taken easy child to his hockey game, so it was just difficult child and me at home. difficult child conveniently waits for husband to leave to start throwing his fit. Finally, I got myself out of bed and closed and locked my bedroom door just to get away from him. He did, eventually, cool his jets and leave me alone. I started to feel better, so I got up and showered. husband and easy child got home so I asked about his hockey game. Then I told difficult child that I was feeling better and that if he still wanted to go to mini golf I would take him. Then he decided that he doesn't want to go because I said I wasn't feeling well and it's too late now (it was 10:00 am and the place didn't open until 12:00). "You'll have to take me tomorrow." I said to him, "You're putting this off again?" So then he decided that we just won't go. I told him, "Don't you walk into the therapist's office on Monday and complain that I didn't do anything with you this week. I asked you for 4 days if you wanted to go, and every day was another excuse from you about why you couldn't (or wouldn't) go." So, that was where it ended up. It looks like he is not going to go after all. Actually, I think that earlier in the week when he was not behaving well and I told him that I would not take him, I think that he was sabatoging himself to not go, and later in the week when he had truly earned the priviledge to go he was looking for any excuse he could find not to go. New thinks fill him with anxiety and the place is called Monster mini golf. I think that he wanted to go, until he was actually faced with going. It was something new. It was someplace he had never been. He didn't know what to expect. Very frustrating for me.