K is driving me crazy.
The school pickup is arguably the worst, although her (mis)behaviour happens all the time. She simply does. not. listen. I give a set of simple instructions, as in, “It’s time to leave. Please put on your coat and find your boots.” She ignores me. She curls up on the floor and claims to be a baby sheep in her pen. She screams and cries. It takes us 25 minutes to leave the school.
I remember, about ten years ago, being very successful at dealing with difficult behaviours. I used to work with kids with special needs, and tantrums were a regular occurrence. I was consistent, I was dispassionate, and I was effective. I feel as though my former self would have some good things to say to me on this topic. Maybe my former self should start an advice column. Maybe she will.