Monday, August 4, 2008

Home Battlefield

Boy, Amy has an iron will! She is still angry as all get-out that I won't let her wear her "sports bra" at cheer without a shirt over it.

"But EVERYONE ELSE is doing it, Mommy," she wails.

Keith, trying to be the "adult," tries to help me by asking, "Amy, if EVERYONE jumped off of a cliff, would you, too?"

"YES! YES I WOULD!" Amy raged.

Keith looked stunned. He looked at me with a questioning look, his eyebrows knit together and his mouth hanging open.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

"Wow, that's stupid," he mumbled, as he slunk out of the room.

Amy worked on me last night, today and again tonight about that stupid sports bra. She worked on BFF yesterday and today. And she worked on hubby tonight. She is one determined little girl.

Hubby tried to lay down the law (I guess he thought I hadn't tried already). Amy batted her eyes and stuck out her bottom lip.

Hubby wouldn't budge. Amy re-grouped. She tried tears.

Still no luck. Finally, she slithered out of hubby's lap and stomped away.

"You're mean! I don't love you anymore, daddy!" she tossed over her shoulder.

Hubby looked shocked. He looked at me, much the way Keith had earlier.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

"Come back here, young lady!" hubby demanded.

She slowly, unwillingly made her way back to in front of her father.

"You do NOT talk to me like that!"


"Do you hear me?"

Still Nothing.

"I didn't hear you say, 'Yes, sir.'" he tried again.

She jutted out her chin, crossed her arms and through gritted teeth hissed, "Yes, sir."

Hubby went pale, then flushed with a fresh wave of anger. He looked at me.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

Steam rolled off of hubby as he took in a deep breath.

"GO-TO-YOUR-ROOM, AMY!" he ordered.

Amy turned on her heel, arms still crossed and stomped up the stairs.

"What is WITH her???" hubby vented.

"Same thing as always: She wants to have her way. This time it happens to be that she wants to wear a sports bra without a shirt at cheer because everyone else does," I shrugged again, suddenly more tired than I had been all day.

"Is she always like this?" hubby asked, incredulously.

I just looked up at him dully.

Hubby sputtered. "She's SIX YEARS OLD," he finally spit out.

"Yep. Welcome to my world."

I'm glad to see hubby finally sees what happens when he's out of town (which is more often than not these days).

I don't know what's going to happen with Amy. But I do feel very confident in a few things:
  1. She won't ever do anything she doesn't want to do
  2. She will probably not only make me gray- but make it all fall out
  3. She will either be one of the most successful people we've ever seen, or... she will make me a pretty persuasive argument for heavy medication, or, probably both
  4. She WILL grow up and DEFINITELY be her own person

For now, the battle is on regarding the stupid sports bra. (And I WILL win!) Tomorrow it will be another battle about another subject, which I may or may not win.

But, be sure, I WILL win the WAR! And she will NOT be wearing a sports bra without a shirt when I do!


ThePrincessMommy said...

Maybe we could wear a sportsbra without a shirt and show her WHY not to start that habit - LOL!

Mommy Barbie said...

wow. we might shut down the whole gym...