Meltdown

Friday ended up being a washout, as far as attending the kid's bible school thing. Apparently, she stopped going after Monday. The theme was "Lava Lava Island," and due to a (delicious) dinner at a Japanese steakhouse, the kid is afraid of volcanoes. However, the inlaws did not inform us that she wasn't going to the classes.

Instead, they spoiled her by buying her new clothes and shoes and stuff. Now, I truly appreciate the clothes, and I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but if we had known she was not going all week, we would have brought her home. The reward system works well with DD, and generally, if she misbehaves, we take away a privilege or whatever. So, IMHO, the inlaws should have withheld the new stuff, and maybe she would have went to school like she was supposed to. (Then again, maybe I'm just mean.)

Even DH agreed with me. On Friday afternoon, we arrived at the church to a frantically crying DD and my FIL. She was so upset that she could not speak. I was like, "wtf is going on?" Then FIL told us she had stayed away all week. I tried to calm her down, and gave her the choice of staying to watch the program or going home and going to bed. She chose the latter. I was like whatever, so we left and went back to the inlaws' house to get her overnight bag. I made her take off the new clothes and shoes and leave them there. I wrote a short note saying that when DD could behave again, then she would be allowed to have the new stuff. I don't think that sat well with MIL.

When we got home, we put DD straight to bed. MIL called later in the evening to ask what was going on, because she had arrived after we left. DH told her in no uncertain terms that if DD was not behaving, then she didn't deserve new stuff.

I called them on Saturday, and DD apologized for throwing a fit. Later in the afternoon, MIL called and asked to speak to DD. After DD said goodbye, I took the phone back, expecting MIL to talk to me, and the phone clicked dead. She hung up without even saying anything to me. I just laughed. Whatever. She can blame me all she wants.

So, Sunday, after she got off work, MIL came over with the new clothes. I was busy in the kitchen, making soap, so I did not go in the living room to talk to her. (Plus, I was not fully dressed. Teehee.) Thankfully, she did not stay long; of course, she had to make snide remarks about how DH used to be afraid of the dark and stupid shit like that. I was like, "whatever. Get over yourself." It wasn't like we had asked her to buy DD stuff.

Yes, DD is four years old, and bound to be afraid of some stuff. But, she KNOWS better than to throw such a fit, just as she knows the consequences of her actions.

Thankfully, though, this incident did not ruin the weekend, even if we didn't get to go see "The Village," like we had planned.