Smackdown! Was coined by one of my sweet MA friends in reference to extreme parenting.
When you've tried everything else you can think of, smackdown comes just before juvie.
|Small packages contain big personalities|
We have removed all of her privileges and belongings, and she can earn them back with obedience and submission. (Oh, I love the way that sounds--submission. What a great word. SUBMISSION!!!)
This is the document that currently hangs on the refrigerator: (Some incriminating details have been changed to protect some innocent--and some not so much.)
Clothes for 1 day
Breakfast, lunch, dinner
|We have to pretend that this is a representation of her room. She actually shares with 3 sisters, so it is not anything remotely close to this.|
P's To-Do List:
Go to school on time with neighbors
Job #1 Dishwasher
Job #2 Bedroom
Job #3 Front yard
Ways to Earn:
No Strikes (3 strikes you're out for the day--+1 job.)
P's Things To Earn:
2 jobs (instead of 3)
1 job (instead of 2)
Comb own hair
Ride bike to school
I'd like to thank my friend Emily back east for the idea, my friend Jana for remembering that Lil' P's birthday is coming up, and for the therapy and advice. Also, thanks to my mother for never doing a smackdown to me. 'Course, I never needed one. I do, however need a padded cell, with a small cot.
One more thought: Lil' P was nonchalant and belligerant about the whole thing until she heard that she would be reduced to only one pillow. That was the breaking point for her. ONLY ONE PILLOW! Oh, the horror!