They are fighters and they will fight with you until they wear you down and win.
Their weapons of choice?
When did they morph from the adorable, cuddly, mom-can-do-no-wrong children into...THIS??
Day after day, I have to stay in a constant state of alertness, just waiting for my children to announce what I have done wrong, how I don't know anything, how I am ruining their lives...blah, blah, blah.
They are trying to bait me into another argument, just so they can assert their independence at the sake of my sanity.
But I have found a new way to approach these battles...
I just don't.
It takes two people to have an argument, and lately, I am finding myself more and more unwilling to be one of them.
I have this little sign that sits on my desk. I bought it about a year ago because I liked the saying. Now, it has extra meaning for me...
So when I feel myself getting to the point that I am getting sucked into argument mode, I go for a walk. Usually by the time I round back toward the house, I am much calmer and clear headed and can handle the situation in a much better way.
Yesterday, I took two walks...
My kids better watch out.
I have outsmarted them again!