Princess argues with me. A fair bit, I’ll admit. I can tell her teenage years are going to be a blast.
She has a way of arguing that is not unlike that of her father. She is right. Regardless. Which makes disagreeing nearly impossible.
And, just as when her father and I disagree, I end up backing down. They both read my backing down as giving in. It’s not – it is merely that I cannot be bothered arguing any longer.
The difference between her and her father is this – with Mr T, it is often a matter of opinion as to whom is correct. With Princess, nearly every time I can say with full confidence that I am correct. But she stands her ground, so I back down. I probably should work on that!
Here is a prime example of one of our arguments. This took place last Friday.
Me: You don’t have school tomorrow, that’ll be nice to have a break.
Princess: I do have school tomorrow
Me: No, you don’t, sweetie – it’s Saturday.
P: I go to school on a Saturday.
Me: No you don’t, it’s the weekend.
P: I do.
Me: No, you don’t. It’s the weekend. You go back to school on Monday.
P: No, you are wrong. I go to school on Saturday.
Me: No, you don’t.
P: I do. At my old school I went to school everyday. You said I go to school every day.
Me: You go everyday except on the weekend. That’s Saturday and Sunday.
P: So, I do go on Saturday. You just said.
Me: *sigh* No. I said you go everyday except Saturday and Sunday.
P: But at my old school, we did news on a Saturday. Why would we do news if we didn’t go to school?
Me: I’m sure you didn’t do news on a Saturday.
P: We did. You don’t know. I did news on Monday, some kids did it on Thursday, some did it on Saturday.
Me: I …. I just don’t think you did.
P: I did do news on a Monday.
Me: I know .. I just … hmmmm.
P: So, I do have school tomorrow. On Saturday.
Me: No, you don’t.
P: I do. You said.
Me: *silence*
P, smiling smugly: I am right. It’s ok, Mum. You can’t be right every time.
Me: *facepalm*
One day I’ll learn.
My youngest sister argued like that with all of us when she was little (there’s a 13 year age difference between us). Used to drive me batty!
Maybe she would make a good lawyer one day.
I take your approach as well. 🙂
lol…it’s coming to me…she starts school this year…a whole new way of arguing and sass…ugh…where’s the wine…
You have my sympathies. My son is like that-he will also argue that today is x day, so we need to do Y.
I hate fighting. There was a |ot of fighting in my family of origin. Mostly my parents and my brother Greg. I used to hide in my bedroom. It was awful.
you describe it perfectly: I am done arguing. That doesnt mean you are right. It means I’m done arguing.
Good on ya – keep up the good work.