couch potato to 5k runner

I never realize how much I miss Just Wee Two until I go back.� Those kids and my coworkers are great.

Tutoring today was fucking bizarre.� Siona (the 2 year old) was an angel.� She learned and played and listened and was a total joy.� Anya (the 4 year old) was a different story.� I knew today was going to be difficult because yesterday the girls learned that Chrysta does not give in to temper tantrums.� I was expecting resistance and testing that resolve for another week or so.� But then Siona today was all smiles and going along and when she got bored/frustrated she looked at me and said, "No throw."� (She usually throws things when she is bored or frustrated.)�

Anya came home and demanded that I take off my hat because she did not like it on me.� I told her that it was too bad because I like it and it is my hat and my head.� (I am saying it nicer than this of course.)� She gets furious and�keeps insisting I take it off.� I tell her that I can wear my hat because I like it.� Just like she can change into her comfy clothes when she gets home from school because she likes them.� Big mistake.� This reminds her that she wants to change into her comfy clothes and when she looks for them, she canapos;t find them.� Paula, the nanny, comes upstairs and says that she just put the ones Anya wanted in the dryer.� So Anya throws herself down on the bed screaming and sobbing.� I explain that she can do this but we wonapos;t get to play computer games.� Anya yells that her mommy never buys her the kind of clothes she likes blah blah blah.� I tell her that I know that it must stink, but we still have lessons and she can have her comfy clothes when they are dry.� Will this do?� Nope.

Paula is in the room the whole time too, saying "you canapos;t treat Chrysta this way or she is going to leave."� Then she calls the mom.� The mom is too busy to answer the phone so (and I swear to God this happened) her momapos;s ASSISTANT got on the phone to tell Anya a story and calm her down.� Which worked until the assistant had to go.� Then Anya threw another tantrum.� At this point, I take Siona into another room and we read Dr. Seuss and play.

After a full HOUR of this, Anya calms down to the extent where she is able to speak through gasps to say "sorry" and demand lemonade and popcorn like her mommy promised her she could have for snack today.� Paula goes and gets this.� We go back to her room to do lessons.� These start out okay and then she yells at me for not doing something the way she likes.� I turned to her and said, "Anya- if you would like to do something else, there is a very easy way to get it.� And crying is not that way."� She pauses for a while to think this out.� "What?"� "Ask nicely."� "Please."� "No- tell me what you want and use manners."� "I would like to do patterns with the beads please."� "Very nice.� Yes, we can do patterns with beads instead of sticks.� You will get more from me when you ask nicely Anya."

And�thatapos;s some huge revelation to her because her parents give her what she wants whenever she cries or screams.� We keep going until she throws another tantrum.� And we have a talk to figure out what is causing this one.� Turns out that she doesnapos;t want to do the workbook because she knows that she wonapos;t do it right and sheapos;ll make mistakes.� Then we have a long talk about how everybody who ever did anything only learned by practicing.� And everybody has to learn and practice their whole lives.� Even me.� She asked about that so I told her what I was learning and this calmed her down.� We went through it very slowly and gingerly.� At the end I showed her how much progress she had made and it made her very happy.� I kept my word and told her no computer today, but she was surprisingly calm about it.� We went downstairs and she became all affectionate and offering me an umbrella. (It was about to rain.)

So- I think Iapos;m going to be able to weather the storm for the next week or two.� After that the girls should be used to me and everything else will be smoother I hope.

I am hoping Brooke will come for dinner Saturday night.� I have hardly seen my friends since I moved here.� Not that this is their fault.� Iapos;ve just been busy and liking the solitude.� Not solitude I suppose.� Being in a new city and meeting new people is important, right?� Iapos;m not going to abandon my friends by any means, but I need other ones besides them.� New relationships.� They have other friends besides me, so should I.� But now I am getting to miss them, so I am starting to track them down.

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