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 no...it 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