Whiners

I have a problem with whiners. As a mom of five plus two, I've put up with a lot of whining over the years. I've learned to tune a lot of it out. Sometimes I'll address it in a not so normal way; depending on what the whine is about. The following are actual conversations:

Whiner: "It's not fair! How come bla bla bla?"

Me: "Because I love *** more than you today."

This is followed by an open mouth stare. But hey, it stops the whining!

(And yes, my kids know I love them, so don't think too ill of me!)

Whiner: "Why do I have to bla bla bla?"

Which is usually followed by me with, "Why do I have to bla bla bla?"

They stop, because they know I can come up with more than they can!

There are many times, of course, when I will simply suggest that I can adjust their attitudes if they'd like me to.

The two youngest are the worst! Whine combing hair; whine brushing teeth; whine making their beds. Whine, whine, whine!

Even the dumb dog is whining this week! Joey drives me nuts. I'll admit it. When we first picked out the dogs, he was hiding. We waited forever to see him. I should have walked out while I had the chance. But, I had three children and a grandma looking at me with those pitiful faces and we went home with two pups that day instead of one.

Roxy could care less if Joey is around, but Joey can't handle it. It's even worse now that she is in heat and I have them separated. He seriously has not stopped crying for days and won't eat. (Actually, he finally ate a bit yesterday after several non-eating days. I wasn't too worried though, because if food drops on the floor, he bee-lines for it!) He's whining so much that we've had to move him to the garage! And I can still hear him. The only time he stops whining is if he thinks I'm going to let him near her. NOT!

The worst of the whining is in my head! I am absolutely, without a doubt, stir crazy! I am tired of being bed-ridden/couch-ridden. I try hard not to cry, but sometimes, it gets the best of me. (I'm sure the added hormones for healing are not helping). I'm tired of being in pain. I'm tired of not being able to sit and not hurt; stand and not hurt.

Yesterday was bad, too. I had to attend a meeting and the elevator was broke, which meant I had to walk up two flights of stairs and then sit on a pillow on a hard chair for two hours. By the time I got home I could barely move.

And then, I didn't particularly care that I have to deal with things longer than I want to deal with them. I wanted to scream, "I'm tired, God! How much more?"

And then, my eldest informed me that he won't be spending Easter with us because he has other plans. Which I understand, but it's been rough so far this year, and I really wanted my family with me this Easter. And it sucks that he is getting older and is making his own plans that don't' include his family.

And then…well, my wound was a mess last night.

And I cried and cried and cried. And hubby came in, and I whined and whined and whined.

Poor man.

I can't stand whiners.

Especially when the whiner is me.

So, this morning, when the Drama Queen came in whining, I just had her crawl in bed with me, told her I loved her, and cuddled with her for a bit.

Sometimes we just need a hug.

(Please excuse me now; I have to go take care of a whiner…stop laughing.)