Let me tell you why I am here...

I am the World's Meanest Mom.

I have been informed of this many times, and that's just in the last hour or so.

Now, I am sure that we have all said this to our mothers before, in the heat of passion, such as when she didn't allow us to go outside and play in the mud before family pictures, or when she told us we couldn't have dessert before dinner, or when she refused to give us permission to stay out until 2 AM when we were 16 when all the other kids' parents let them do it.

I lay all these other moms to shame, according to my children. I am the single most uncool mom in the world, and in my blog, I will be sharing with you all the reasons why they believe this to be true. I'll give you some background so you know what I'm dealing with here.

The DIVA: Yes, capital letters. The DIVA is 12 going on 26. I have now determined that there is no such thing as "preteen years" anymore. It goes from sweet, innocent little elementary school girl, directly into hormonal, attitude-laden high schooler from hell. I realize she actually attends middle school, but I don't think that she does. We should be best friends, and we will be some day, but it's an age thing. Moms and daughters often go through this, and I'm struggling, but I hold my ground on what I believe is right. (I'm your mother, that's why.) The DIVA's beautiful, athletic, intelligent, and too big for her not-low-rider britches most days.

The Big Man: He is 8. He is very serious. He loves video games and playing baseball and all things BOY. I love him dearly of course, but I find him to be a bit of a follower at times. He jumped willingly on the bandwagon when then phrase "You're so mean!" became commonplace around here. I don't think he honestly believes this, but he's going along with his big sister's example right now. The Big Man loves The Little Man madly, and he sets a good example for him, so all hope isn't lost here. A little bit of "Middle-Child Syndrome" occurs from time to time, but he copes pretty well. We nurture the little boy in him, and I work hard to be sure that he turns out to be a great man someday.

The Little Man: He will be 2 next month. He is the sweetest, most content 2 yo I have ever met, and I will probably live to regret that statement! He spends much of his time in observation of his older siblings, but he doesn't imitate, and I am happy about that. They do fight more than I'd like to see. He's a Momma's Boy, and I don't care one bit. He loves The Wiggles, SpongeBob Squarepants, and Go Diego Go. He stumbled upon Yo Gabba Gabba! this week, so I think that's his new favorite show. He's a dancer, a runner, and a painter. The Little Man will make his parents very comfortable in their old age.

So, 3 very different personalities with one common denominator- ME! They were placed in my hands to raise properly, as I see fit, to become decent and productive human beings. I am doing my best with that, in this weary world, but being the World's Meanest Mom is a hard job to handle, folks! I'll be spending my time here telling you all about the job, what it entails, and you can feel free to comment or send advice if you wish.

Thanks for joining me on my victory tour!