Each weekend the past month has followed the same series of events:
We get up, and all are in a good mood. We have breakfast in our jammies. Then we start to talk about what the day will hold. Pretty typical stuff: get dressed, work on some chores, and then head out for the fun things we have planned.
Each day, Rosie flat out refuses to get dressed. This is the tactic we're trying now, which was suggested to us by our therapist.
Rule: No fun until you can take care of yourself.
Taking care of yourself means getting dressed. Chores we don't require before leaving the house--we just implement little consquences for not finishing them by a certain time.
Common Result: Today, and most other weekends, getting dressed proves to be too challenging for Rosie. So she sits in her room, in her jammies until she gets bored. We even pop in to give extra incentives.
Today, since it's raining, I told her if she got dressed we could go out shopping for her to get more summer clothes. I told her I was going to shower and get dressed, and she'd just need to be dressed.
Today, just like all other days, the incentive failed to motivate. It is almost like she'd rather punish herself.
Unexpected Consequences for us:
- We are bored, too, and we feel a little trapped ourselves. We are learning to get over this.
- The gardens have never looked better.
- I wish people with lives would post on Facebook more.
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