good things and bad things

Okay, this probably counts as a more or less normal day, no major eruptions of tantrums.

Let us run through some good and bad things Princess did.

She got up when asked in the morning and took a bath. Good.

She erupted when I attempted to take Little Sister down to school by herself, screaming, throwing her pills on the floor, then taking one of her sister's shoes out of the van and hurling it down the street. not so good.

She did make it to school on time, and was happy to take the medicine after I brought it to school the second time. good.

When I picked the girls up, Little Sister was saying Princess had been mean to her; Princess responded by tattling that Little Sister had been mean to other girls. not so good

We had dinner at church (every wednesday that church serves dinner as a fellowship thing); the girls were both pretty good (with the caveat that Princess kind of grabbed all the remaining strawberries on the plate, but there wern't that many)

Then we played in the park. The girls played together....except for the spell in which Princess kept pushing Little Sister out of the way and making her sulk.  not so good...

When I was alone with Prinncess, I asked her what her sister had done. She told me that she had been mean and bossy and pushy with her friends. I told her I was very glad to hear from her that she knew that being mean and bossy and pushy with friends was not a good thing. I am not sure how much sank in. I have a feeling that Princess understands that I am talking about her behavior as well, that what is bad for her sister also applies to her -- but that she is also trying very hard to hide that understanding from me. Not to officially acknowledge the lessons I am trying to impart.

Then the girls wanted to go to Macdonalds. When I said no, this led to ten or so minutes of repetitive screaming that they wanted to go to McDonalds. Not so good.

Princess also opened and leftover soup the nice church ladies had given us (they know we are in rather tight financial straits.....despite my imploring to at least wait unti we get home....not so good.

But Princess was very careful in opening up the soup, putting some of it in a cup in the car, then eating it with, um, an old hotel plastic card room key as a spoon (good?  bad?  just weird?)

Then she went home and retired to her room. When I wanted to enter her room to cross over to the garage to put leftover soup away, she said she would put it in the fridge herself. and she did.

The last I saw her, she was asleep in her bed, sideways, feet on the ottoman.

Just another day. She did threaten to kill me, at least once. And call me stupid, at least once I remember. But it was mostly an ok day.