Tuesday, July 21, 2009

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?


11 Comments:

Anonymous zipper said...

Guinness?

7/21/2009 5:05 PM  
Anonymous The Casual Perfectionist said...

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!!)

7/21/2009 5:08 PM  
Blogger Meghann said...

I suggest touring the Jameson distillery as well. Free whiskey at the end!

7/21/2009 5:18 PM  
Blogger g-man said...

The answer is simple.

Irish Whiskey.

Kiss the stone, have fun, try not to kill anyone.

7/21/2009 7:45 PM  
Blogger zenrain said...

I would be happy to go along as your mediator... ;)

7/21/2009 8:57 PM  
Anonymous dawn said...

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!

7/21/2009 9:39 PM  
Blogger HellTygr said...

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.

7/22/2009 12:23 AM  
Blogger Sizzle said...

Oh dear. Poor Bryan. Maybe he can "run errands" a lot which is code for "hide out at the local pub"? ;-)

7/22/2009 8:49 AM  
Blogger Ashleigh said...

I think Zipper has the right attitude. lol.

7/22/2009 8:51 AM  
Anonymous amy said...

He won't survive. Better take me instead!

7/22/2009 9:25 AM  
Blogger monstergirlee said...

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.

7/22/2009 9:48 AM  

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