We’re Driving Bryan Totally Crazy
Totally absolutely bat-shit bonkers.
That would be Declan and myself doing the pushing. Straight over the edge.
Because we are too much alike. We’re stubborn and we like to be right.
[Seriously, what is so wrong with that???]Except that Bryan is getting an ulcer the size of Texas.
Here is how things go lately:
Declan: “I would like to declare something that is somewhat true, but not entirely true, but I will say it in a snippy way that annoys my mother just enough to correct me!”
Aimee: “I cannot be the adult in this scenario and just let it lie, so I will jump in and correct my son, trying to be funny, but only really causing him to get his 6.5 year old dander up.”
Declan: “I can’t let me mother actually correct me! I am almost 7! That’s nearly a grown-up! So I will say something even more outrageous back just to annoy her more!”
Aimee: “Now my son is really driving me nuts with his erroneous facts and crappy attitude! I think I will bring us down into a spiral of bad attitude till we both are either in tears or yelling at each other!”
Bryan: [whimper].
Now my question to you is this.
HOW IS HE GOING TO SURVIVE TWO WEEKS IN IRELAND WITH US?
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Guinness?
I suggest touring the Jameson distillery as well. Free whiskey at the end!
The answer is simple.
Irish Whiskey.
Kiss the stone, have fun, try not to kill anyone.
I would be happy to go along as your mediator… 😉
he won’t have to….one of you will eventually kill the other thereby eliminating his ulcerative status. 🙂
have fun in ireland you lucky beyotch!
Oh no! I suffer from your condition as well, but so far, I’ve found something that works:
Whenever my daughter says something purposely incorrect to irk me (she’s 3, but she’s skillful), I say, “Do you want to be wrong? Or, do you want to be right?”
She’s actually started saying, “I want to be wrong for a little while…” and then will go into her charade.
So far, hearing her say she wants to be wrong has been what my brain needs to just let it go.
I can’t wait to see what she comes up with when she’s almost 7. 😉
Good luck! (To ALL of you!!)
Get out of my house! Stop stalking the exact conversations had by *MY* 6.5 year old and myself?!?!
I so look forward to her teen years. Not.
Oh dear. Poor Bryan. Maybe he can “run errands” a lot which is code for “hide out at the local pub”? 😉
He won’t survive. Better take me instead!
Well hopefully you’ll all be thrown for a loop being in a foreign country and forget to argue. Or Bryan will develop a habit of carrying around some lovely Irish Whiskey. That’ll help for sure.
I think Zipper has the right attitude. lol.