Jan 29, 2013 Kids
By the time Fiona gets up in the morning and comes downstairs for breakfast I’ve already been up for two hours, long enough to have had several rotten things happen, as they did this morning. I’m definitely in a bad mood. And then Fiona and I had the kind of little fight we have all the time. I can avoid them if I’m in a good mood and paying attention. This morning? Not so much.
I was putting Fiona’s lunch together, and after grabbing something from a low pull-out pantry shelf I kicked it closed with the side of my leg.
“Hey!” Fiona yelled at me. “You just did what you keep telling me not to do.”
“No, I tell you not to put your dirty feet on top of the drawer and pull it open with your toes. All of the gross stuff on the bottom of your foot gets into the drawer.”
“No, I’ve never done that! I only kick it closed like you just did.”
Fiona goes down this road all the time. All. The. Time. I can see her do something a dozen times and yet she would swear on the lives of everyone she knows that she’s never done said thing. And she gets so indignant about it, so insulted that I would dare to accuse her of whatever it is I’ve seen her do with my own eyes.
This morning I finally just snapped at her that she needs to stop picking fights or she’s going to ruin both our mornings. She muttered to herself for a while and then dropped it for long enough that we could say a nice goodbye to each other. But knowing Fiona, she will bring it up within ten minutes of getting home tonight.
This is one of those things that I don’t know how to handle, because it’s not a matter of opinion and there are no shades of gray. It’s hard not to laugh in her face sometimes when she screams at us that she didn’t do something, when we saw her do it. She is as stubborn as I am and once she decides that something is a fact, that’s it – she will not give in.
This leaves me with two options: One is backing down and letting her believe that she’s right, which feels so wrong. The other is going nine rounds with her until I’ve basically broken her down and we hate each other.
Perhaps hidden cameras are the answer. Although I’m guessing she would find a way to accuse the camera of lying. “Look Fiona, let me show you a video of you doing this thing you say you’ve never done.” “That’s not me. Someone comes in and pretends to be me and does bad things and you never believe anything I say!”
I never went through this with her brother. Sure, he lies about things he’s done, but when confronted with evidence or a superior argument he gives in. Being right doesn’t seem to be as important to him as it is to Fiona. Like many bad phases, I’m waiting for her to grow out of it…still waiting…
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