Monday, July 28, 2008

On Being Mean

My kids are mean. There, I said it. And, I'd love to say I feel better but the thing is, I don't. In fact, I'm more upset with the knowledge and acknowledgement of their being mean. Don't get me wrong...they are not mean to their friends or to people they meet. No, they are mean to each other - viciously mean. I just don't get it. I swear, they each go out of their way to irritate each other and with absolutely no mercy.

The Boy is still recovering from his misery and The Girl is doing everything she can to piss him off. The morning Girlfriend left, she and The Boy were sitting in our over sized chair together. The Boy has been trying to keep everyone off said chair for his own sentimental reasons. It's working for him because, well, to be honest, no one really sits in that chair except for him anyway. Cue The Girl. She has made it a point to sit on the arm of said chair in a teasing manner. She has not actually sat IN the chair but she will hover and wander nearby and, as I said, sit on the arm, all the while asking ever so sweetly, "What? I'm just sitting on the arm!"

This evening, I asked The Girl to put the laundry into the dryer. The Boy volunteered to do it instead. (I told you he wasn't feeling himself yet!) The Girl asked him to please not put any of her leotards in the dryer. This, to him, was pure ammunition. He claimed the only one he could find said it was supposed to go in the dryer. The Girl screamed and went to grab the leotard but The Boy refused to allow her to have it. Why? Just to be mean. Perhaps it was in response to her chair stupidity, but I'm thinking was just for the joy and power of being mean.

These are, quite unfortunately, not isolated incidents, but rather a small sample of the daily dosage of mean behavior in my home. It is ironic because when I started this blog, I thought it would be filled with humorous anecdotes of the kids. Instead, it is far more raw in parts. And, before she responds (yes, you, Mom), I know I was a bitch all my life and haven't stopped yet when I was younger, I don't push buttons with my brothers anymore. It's so silly and not worth the aggravation. How long will I have to wait before The Boy and The Girl figure this out?


  1. It will happen eventually.
    Don't feel so sad - you're not alone. Mine are mean to each other all the time - just to get a reaction. It's part of the sibling rivalry thing (I think).

    How do I know - I'm an only child!?

  2. If it makes you feel any better, my sister and I were horrendous to each other as kids, to the point where my mom would get misty eyed all the time and babble about how sisters should love each other. Now, we are the best of friends and I love her so much. They will get through it, I think it is just typical. Hard for you, but typical for kids.

  3. I thought only mine did that! I am starting to believe that kids just enjoy hearing other people scream! LOL

  4. Until they grow up! You all did. Believe me, it WILL happen, but not for a while yet.

  5. Welcome to my world! My boys think the way to welcome a sibling into their room is by screaming "GET OUT!" and I swear their daily goal is to be the winner in who hurt who more. I too try to convince myself that surely they are just kids - or that they will grow out of it - because I KNOW I did not teach them these behaviors. So I guess until this day happens and they willingly speak and act decent to one each other...I will continue to blame their bad genetics - from their fathers side, of course. :-)

  6. I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Any and every reason they can think of to make the other can bet they are going to do it! It's making for a long summer! I feel your pain, Wendy!

  7. Kids are mean. Drives me nuts!


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