• Kara

    This is completely unrelated to this post, but I’ve been going through the hardest time of my life thus far, and reading your blog and knowing someone else has gone through another impossible situation and come out on the other side relatively intact is literally the only thing keeping me going most days. So I just wanted to say thank you for being brave enough to share your stories with the world, despite the nasty negativity some people insist on sending your way.

  • http://www.facebook.com/marybethbutler MaryBeth Butler

    I put my Skipper doll under the wheel of my dad’s car to see what would happen when he ran over it. He was very concerned about me when he realized I had done it on purpose. (ps, nothing happened. She was made of rubber)

  • Heather Armstrong

    Thank you, Kara. “Relatively intact” pretty much nails it. Things do and will get better. I’ll be thinking of you.

  • http://twitter.com/SJHart2Hart Sheri Hart

    I always wanted to play with my brother and his friends. They would refuse long enough to get me totally riled up, and then agree to let me play. Then…..they would just sit and stare at nothing. I would whine and they would say “this is what we were doing”. And then keep doing it until I would leave in a rage. Brothers!

  • lovelifeandbeautytherapy

    When I was about 8 or 9 my little sister had a friend over, I must have been feeling particularly annoyed at the time and locked them both in the bedroom toy cupboard and tied the door shut with a skipping rope! I was in SO much trouble…just be thankful that Leta didn’t “jail” her sister!

  • lisdom

    My younger brother is living with my husband and me, and three times in the last half hour he has knocked on my door to ask me something, while I am holed up trying to write the last paper of my college career. I don’t think the younger ones ever grow out of it, and I don’t think the older ones will ever not be annoyed by their younger annoying siblings. =)

  • http://www.yourfridayafternoondistraction.com/ Joanne z Filmlady

    My mother used to pack my stuff for me when I said I wanted to run away.

  • SJS

    They really want you to pick a fave kid. To referee is to pick a winner…whom is better? Best? RIGHT?

    Don’t buy into it. Set some rules and stick to them- otherwise you’ll come to hate the whole idea of anyone’s friends ever coming over. Yes, I had a sister three years younger-we had our ups and downs, but my mom NEVER got involved unless blood or vomit showed up.

  • Jancave

    I keep looking at Marlo’s face in that photo and hope you realize that child is never gonna make momma a hot dog….

  • sam

    I hate to be the bearer of really bad news, but once both my daughters had their periods, my boys called it “hell week” and hid in the basement. Seriously. Hid food down there and everything……

  • http://www.titlelessblog.com/ Sara

    I am that older sister. That is me. I am almost five years older than my brother and he wanted to do EVERYTHING with me and my friends.Only thing is, my parents didn’t try to distract him. They guilt-tripped me instead so I felt like a bad sister growing up for wanting my privacy. He also felt entitled. We’re cool now, but there has to be a happy medium.