Today, after a small mental health break sponsored by Grandma Vicki, I felt put together enough to take Rosie bowling (goal 1 achieved) and take this picture (goal 2, check). These goals are truly helping me save my sanity and build my relationship with my daughter.
Rosie's mood has drastically improved from the meloncholy and defiance of the morning and night. She hated bowling, though, because she couldn't beat my scores ranging from 50 to 62. I told her my scores were laughable among most adults, but that didn't console her.
She is a true perfectionist whose frustration over "not even getting a spare" reduced her to tears. I tried to gently encourage her gently to avoid the bicycle episode. It didn't really help. She mostly remained sulky, but I did have a few moments of mommy brilliance that managed to pull her out of it.
It was fun, though, even when she pushed the reset button after I had thrown my ball--causing it to noisily crash into the metal pin sweeper causing no damage, thank goodness.
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