Blog-Stedman and I are two of the most opinionated people I know. It is probably a good thing that on most issues we agree. It is also probably a good thing that I am a see-both-sides-of-any-issue-and-then-invent-a-third-side kinda girl.
Obviously opinionation is a dominant gene.
My boys seem to have been issued a double dose of it.
Not only are they unable to agree with each other, they are unable to agree with me.
We have literally bred dissension.
In my house, EVERYTHING in the world is opposed from three differing positions.
If Ryan(8) thinks it is tall…
Reid(5) thinks it is short…
and Rhett(3) is positive that it is blue.*
*FYI: Blue is the opposite of short and tall.
The only thing that I can get them all to agree on is that I am wrong.
Oh, and I don’t REALLY have to be wrong. I am ruled wrong when the three of them agree that I am wrong.
Which just seems wrong.
I have a little wish. I don’t think that my wish will come true, but I hold it dear and dream of it often.
It is an impossible dream.
The unachievable nirvana.
My wish is that I could make a statement in the presence of my family and it would be followed by…
And maybe a little affirmative nodding of their heads.
A mom has to hold on to hope.