Recently, our gymnastics place changed the time of Emmy's class from 6:30 to 6:00 pm. Since changing jobs in January, I've been on a later schedule, which means that I can't make it home in time to get her to a 6:00 class. So, our family routine of all driving to gymnastics together had to change. The class lasts for 45 minutes.
So I had to take Emily to gymnastics by myself. They changed the time on us and there really isn’t a way for Pam to make it home and make it to gymnastics on time. So because I work at home on Thursday, I picked her up at 5:00, got her home, changed clothes and we left for class about 5:30. The class starts at 6:00 and we were 8 minutes late because of traffic. We were at gymnastics and had been there about 20 minutes. Emmy had already come over to me once to give me a kiss and had called out to me a few times to make sure that I was watching. There was the required bathroom trip where I had to stand outside and make sure she could get out by herself.
They were at the part where they climb a pommel to a height of about 5 feet and then they jump into a pit of foam blocks. Emmy was willing to do this if someone held her hand but refused to do it by herself even though she knows that she isn’t going to get hurt. I was playing on my iPad when I hear her come over to me.
“Daddy, I don’t want to do gymnastics anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you want to go home?”
“Okay, go get your shoes.”
So Emmy goes and gets her crocs and puts them on and off we go. We’re out the door and I ask her again if she is sure and once again she says yes. So I figure I’m home free. I’m only there because she wants to do this. I buckle her into the car and as we are pulling out, I foolishly ask about the trampoline and it hits her…’I missed jumping on the trampoline!’
“Daddy, we have to go back! I didn’t get to jump on the trampoline!”
I tell her that, it’s too late. We’re on the road and we’re going home. I asked her if she wanted to go home and she said yes so now we’re done for the week. If she wants to jump on the trampoline she has to do all the activities.
It’s right about here that she losing it. Normally, she putters out after a period of time but after she realizes that she isn’t making any ground she kicks it into another gear. We are in rare territory. The land where crying to Daddy isn’t getting her what she wants. And I mean she is losing it. I actually put headphones in and listened to my phone until we get home…20 minutes later.
So I’m not upset but I’m not going to deal with this so I get out and open the garage door and put the trash can away (all the while Emmy wailing). Pam comes out and asks where the baby is but I think it was pretty apparent.
And now, back to Pam:
I walk outside, ask Tom where our child is, and he just shrugs, so I look at the car, and I can see her in the back seat, losing her mind. I ask Tom what happened, assuming she's either in trouble or got hurt. He doesn't answer, so I go to the car and open the door and lean in to get her out.
"What happened?" I say.
Emmy is sobbing and says that Daddy made her leave "'nastics."
Tom and I have a long-standing policy of backing each other up, so I turn to him to verification. If he made her leave, it was for misbehaving, so I'm looking to get the rest of the story.
But Tom says no-- he didn't make her leave. She asked to leave.
So, damage done, I proceed to try and comfort her, because until she calms down, there's no point in trying to reason with her and explain Daddy's logic. Or that Daddy was right. Or that she made this situation herself.