I have always prided myself on the fact that Rupert and I have never had an argument in front of the children. I think after almost 10 years of marriage this is incredibly good going. But, I’m sorry to report, parental truth number six is that you will, at some stage, argue with your spouse in front of your children. And a few nights ago, I did.
I won’t go into the details. Obviously I was totally, 100 % right and he was impossibly wrong. But the reaction of the children was not as I had imagined.
After about three minutes Olivia started to cry, which then set the other two off. I felt like a wicked witch and we immediately stopped arguing. A little later on, Olivia told me she didn’t like us arguing.
“I don’t like it either darling,” I replied. “But you three argue all the time, now you see how hateful it is.”
“Yes,” she said. “But we can’t split up.”
Fair comment I suppose. Then came Bea’s reaction, as she flounced past me in her cute little swimming costume.
“If you two split up, I’m not living with either of you.”
We have been warned.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007