The other day I was faced with a situation that made me feel truly awful. I’ll be completely honest here, I argue with my husband. I’m sure most people do. Not all out shouting arguments (although those do occur) but what I like to call heated debates!

Normally these are over something completely trivial and truth be told is most likely me over-reacting or getting plain fed up over something that to most people would seem stupid. It could be the fact that my husband has left his socks on the bedroom floor, again, or that he has decided that he needs yet another gadget of some description. That is probably the most frequent! I’m pretty sure most people have these petty arguments at some point.

This time the said argument was over the fact that my husband wanted to put his pull up bar in our en-suite doorway. I told you it was normally petty. I categorically said no. He has already claimed the whole of our cellar room as his gym but apparently the ceiling was too low there. I did not want some metal pole in my doorway added to the fact that it was highly unlikely he would use it that often. Edd does not argue back, he rarely ever shouts and if I’m honest I find that all the more infuriating! I don’t want an all out argument but he has an answer for everything so on this occasion I was getting increasingly frustrated as he fired off response after response. He just would not listen and was sorting out his drill and tools to put it up as I’m telling him he can’t.

Then the worst thing happened. Four year old Molly walked in to the room, took Edd’s hand and said ‘Daddy, you mustn’t talk to mummy like that. Come with me and leave her alone’. How awful did I feel? Poor Daddy hadn’t even been shouting. That was me. I felt terrible that my small child had more reason in her than I did. Surely I was the adult, not her? When did it happen that my little baby became so sensible and knew just what to say. In truth it made us laugh a bit too. She seemed so grown up.

Needless to say we stopped the discussion straight away. I never meant to argue in front of the girls before but I am really conscious of how we talk now. It is highly unlikely that we won’t argue. For starters, after 17 years together I don’t think Edd is suddenly going to learn how to pick up his clothes so I’m confident I will loose my rag now and again. But I will try to be more mindful.

Have any of your little’s stepped in and become the adult in a situation? Did you feel as awful as I did?

Oh, and after all that he put the blinking bar up!

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