Michael is standing up in his room screaming at me. I've been cleaning all morning, getting ready for our first day of homeschooling tomorrow. He's been curled up in a chair reading books, tossing them to the side as he finishes.
ME: When you are done with that book, I would like you to take a few minutes to put away all the books you got out.
MICHAEL: I HATE putting things away (Whine whine, scream scream)
ME: Michael, what you have to say is important and I want to hear it, but I can't listen when you speak that way.
MICHAEL: (Less screaming, still sort of whining) Mama, I hate putting things away. It's no fun.
ME: I know, I don't always like to clean up either, but we need to get this big pile of books at the floor.
MICHAEL: (Planting himself on the floor across the room) I won't.
ME: !?!?!?!?! (I was flummoxed)
MICHAEL: (Digging in) You can't make me.
ME: You're right, I can't make you. (Guiding him to the chair) But you know what- nothing else can happen til those books are away. Have a seat.
MICHAEL: (sitting, over the next few minutes) I hate you. You're horrible. You're fat-nosed. Spit, kick, spit, kick, rant, rave, I HATE YOU!!!
ME: (Snapping, I admit it) OK, you know what? I love you, but right now I don't want to be around you, and, since you hate me so much, you obviously don't want to be around me. In our family we all help each other. Since you're being so hateful and don't want to help me, I don't want to help you either. (Childish, I know) Go up to your room and you can just stay there all day if you don't want to be a loving part of our family.
So... he's been up there for a half-hour, screaming non-stop, throwing things, alternately slamming and kicking the door, coming out to yell "I hate you even more now!" and "If you don't let me out I will call you drunken (?!?)" I think he may have just broken something he threw.
You know what? I don't want to be around him right now. Between me and hundreds of MDC members I think he's being a hateful little brat. No, I won't tell him that, but neither am I inclined to let him out of his room while he's acting like such a little monster. Actually, I think I told him he could stay up there all day and his dad would have to bring him food because I don't feel like doing anything for him right now.
Any words of advice while I'm waiting for child protection services to show up in response to complaints about a screaming child? How to we end this stand-off? Do I just let him scream himself out? I truly do not feel like I can deal with him in love right now, and I just need a long time-out from him. I didn't spank him- that's something, right? Please? Anyone?
Annette
ME: When you are done with that book, I would like you to take a few minutes to put away all the books you got out.
MICHAEL: I HATE putting things away (Whine whine, scream scream)
ME: Michael, what you have to say is important and I want to hear it, but I can't listen when you speak that way.
MICHAEL: (Less screaming, still sort of whining) Mama, I hate putting things away. It's no fun.
ME: I know, I don't always like to clean up either, but we need to get this big pile of books at the floor.
MICHAEL: (Planting himself on the floor across the room) I won't.
ME: !?!?!?!?! (I was flummoxed)
MICHAEL: (Digging in) You can't make me.
ME: You're right, I can't make you. (Guiding him to the chair) But you know what- nothing else can happen til those books are away. Have a seat.
MICHAEL: (sitting, over the next few minutes) I hate you. You're horrible. You're fat-nosed. Spit, kick, spit, kick, rant, rave, I HATE YOU!!!
ME: (Snapping, I admit it) OK, you know what? I love you, but right now I don't want to be around you, and, since you hate me so much, you obviously don't want to be around me. In our family we all help each other. Since you're being so hateful and don't want to help me, I don't want to help you either. (Childish, I know) Go up to your room and you can just stay there all day if you don't want to be a loving part of our family.
So... he's been up there for a half-hour, screaming non-stop, throwing things, alternately slamming and kicking the door, coming out to yell "I hate you even more now!" and "If you don't let me out I will call you drunken (?!?)" I think he may have just broken something he threw.
You know what? I don't want to be around him right now. Between me and hundreds of MDC members I think he's being a hateful little brat. No, I won't tell him that, but neither am I inclined to let him out of his room while he's acting like such a little monster. Actually, I think I told him he could stay up there all day and his dad would have to bring him food because I don't feel like doing anything for him right now.
Any words of advice while I'm waiting for child protection services to show up in response to complaints about a screaming child? How to we end this stand-off? Do I just let him scream himself out? I truly do not feel like I can deal with him in love right now, and I just need a long time-out from him. I didn't spank him- that's something, right? Please? Anyone?
Annette















I don't see how she owes him an apology.