The Saga Continues

I knew yesterday was going to be rough.  Monday when I picked her up from school we went up to Mom and Dad's for a little bit.  She complained because she wanted to do contact.  I'm ready to throw that out the window, but I won't.  Yet, at least.  She cried when I told her she had to wear her glasses to school the next day and then wouldn't even wear them inside Mom and Dad's.  Big fight getting her to even get out of the car.  Again, I love Little One more than her, Little One gets to do all these things that she doesn't, she doesn't want to live. *rolls eyes*

So, I was quite surprised when I didn't get a fight Tuesday morning until we were in the car at the school.  She didn't want to put them on and wasn't going to get out of the car.  I told her I'd send her teacher out for her.  She followed us in.  (The one nice thing is that when Ira is being especially delightful, Little One is much better behaved.)  She wanted to stay outside with her friends, but I was mean and made her come inside with me.  She laughed when the door was locked, but wasn't laughing when we went in another way instead.  She still refused to put them on while the teacher told me some of what she's been doing in class.  She is really good at math, but teases the boys a lot.  She is much more aggressive with them than any of the other girls, even though it's only in fun.  Anyway, we agreed that she was to have no recess if she took her glasses off during the day.  Otherwise, she could take them off FOR recess.  It was after the bell rang when I left and I had to put her glasses on her myself.  I even had to ask if she really wanted all these kids (as they were filtering in by then) to see her have a tantrum.

When I went to pick her up, the teacher said she'd refused to wear them all day.  First recess was inside so that wasn't much of a punishment, but the other two she'd been inside.  I guess she decided it was better to not play than to have to wear her glasses.  Little stinker.  I told her she was in trouble and of course I started to hear all about how I love Little One more than her.  She lost every privilege that night.  Even though she'd had to go to the dr. to get some immunizations, poor girl.  DTP was one of them and I know how much that one hurts.

Today I took her inside as well.  This time I'd told her she had until lunch time to prove she'd wear them.  I left my cell number with the teacher and asked her to call me if she wasn't wearing them.  I'd come down and sit by her to make sure she'd wear them.  I guess the threat of having her mother sit by her for even half a day was enough because she'd actually done it.  She'd gotten to take them off for PE, lunch and recess, but had worn them the rest of the time.  Hallelujah!  She wanted to take them off once we were home, but I haven't let her.  She was especially mad when I made her wear them to mutual (and since she's still there and I'm not, I hope she's actually still got them on.)  It's an all day, every day thing now.  Her eyes are bad enough that she needs them all the time.

We've got major attitude almost all the time though and I'm really getting tired of the constant contention.

In other news, I forgot to mention that I got to go to BYU with Little One and Mom and Dad last week.  It was the last week of the Carl Bloch exhibit at the art museum.  It was amazing and I loved it. :)  The paintings of Christ (and other biblical stories) were wonderful and the iPad tour really made it much more interesting.  The alter paintings were huge and beautiful.  As Mom said, his stuff is beautiful up close as well as far away.  When you look at a lot of paintings up close by other artists all you see are globs of paint and such.  His are different.  It was very good and I'm glad I got the chance to go see it.  Ira decided to stay at school instead of come with us.