Malika
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Picked J up from school at 4.30 to take him to roller skating class. He immediately asked for something to eat - I only had cheese, one he does not particularly like. My cupboard was bare and I needed to go shopping while he had his class (full on work again at the moment) so there was nothing else to bring. He does eat something at school at about 3.30... anyway, we segued neatly into meltdown - shouting and crying that he was tired, didn't want to go to roller skating, with lots of extravagant statements in capital letters along the lines of ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME, i HAVE TO DO SPORT! GYM, TENNIS, ROLLER SKATING... I WANT TO GO HOME! I NEVER GO HOME!" etc, etc. I stopped the car, cuddled him, told him we would go get him something to eat. He carried on, upping the stakes - NO ONE LIKES ME! i'VE GOT A BROKEN LEG! I was sympathetic but when he carried on and on whining, I did start to lose it a bit and get cross...
i contemplated going back home, as he was clearly tired and frustrated after the school day. However, in the end I decided not to do this - for his sake, not mine. I don't think it's good to abandon things that he does actually enjoy and need to do on the impulse of the moment, setting up a habit of givng things up. So, right or wrong, we carried on and went to a boulangerie on the way. After some wholemeal bread, orange juice and a lemon tart, he cheered up greatly and went off quite happily to his class. On the way home afterwards, I said to him teasingly: "Are you just trying to make me feel sad when you say no-one likes you" and he immediately grinned mischievously and said: "yes!" So we had a moment of insight.
I also asked him, when he was rested, bathed and fed, whether he was glad he had gone roller skating and he very readily said that yes, he was...
So I think the moral of the story is come equipped with things he will eat and don't necessarily give in to what looks like real overload.
i contemplated going back home, as he was clearly tired and frustrated after the school day. However, in the end I decided not to do this - for his sake, not mine. I don't think it's good to abandon things that he does actually enjoy and need to do on the impulse of the moment, setting up a habit of givng things up. So, right or wrong, we carried on and went to a boulangerie on the way. After some wholemeal bread, orange juice and a lemon tart, he cheered up greatly and went off quite happily to his class. On the way home afterwards, I said to him teasingly: "Are you just trying to make me feel sad when you say no-one likes you" and he immediately grinned mischievously and said: "yes!" So we had a moment of insight.
I also asked him, when he was rested, bathed and fed, whether he was glad he had gone roller skating and he very readily said that yes, he was...
So I think the moral of the story is come equipped with things he will eat and don't necessarily give in to what looks like real overload.