My daughter has been whining lately. A LOT. Like all day long, non-stop, want to blow your brains out or choke someone whining. I think she might be growing because she has been really tired, really hungry and really whiny. Did I mention she’s been whining? All she wants to do is sit on the couch under her blanket and play with her blankie. She actually made a hole in it yesterday.
Yesterday, after her bath, I was giving her a hug (I warm their towels up in the dryer so I like the snuggly warm towel hugs) and asked her if she would please stop whining because she is making mommy insane. She looks me in the eyes, pulls me in and gives me a hug, and says “Mommy, I love you!”
This furthers my belief that this girl is a smart, manipulative little shrew. She knows all the right things to say and when to say them. Her boyfriends and husband(s) are screwed. She’s going to bat those big green eyes and those long eye lashes and they are going to buy her jewels and cars and designer clothes. I hope she marries someone rich because they are going to be dropping some serious dough.
It is a little worrisome that, as a three year old, she knows just what to say to save her hide. Just when I want to strangle her, she busts out with “Mommy I want a hug and a kiss right on my mouth” or she’ll run up and hug me or draw me a picture. Girl’s got skillz.
Now more about whining…not only do I have to deal with her whining every second of her waking moments, Eric has been a little whiny, but my husband takes the cake. He has a spermatocele (look it up if you are really curious) and he is going to have it surgically removed on Monday. For the past three weeks, I have heard about nothing other than this damn thing. I get it’s uncomfortable, I get that it hurts, I get that you’re nervous…but PLEASE shut up already!!!
For three weeks, I’ve been hearing about insurance, cancer (which was like a one in a billion chance) and doctor’s appointments, and timing, and problems, and infections (he’s already had one removed before and he got an infection after the surgery) and pain, and weight, and work and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! I can only hear the same freaking thing over and over and over so many times before I want to BLOW MY BRAINS OUT!!! For crying out loud, SHUT UP ALREADY! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! Every word out of his mouth has been doom and gloom. You don’t have cancer, the doctor only sent your for an ultrasound because he couldn’t feel your testicle under the cyst and he had to have it checked out. That comment of “it might be something, it might not be” doesn’t mean you have testicular cancer. When he says 85/15% chance, he’s saying that because he HAS to. It doesn’t mean you are dead. It doesn’t mean you are dying or have cancer…that’s what doctors have to say to cover their asses. They have to alert you to all the possibilities. One of the risks of anything is death…it doesn’t mean you’re going to die and you shouldn’t act like you are.
I have had 4 surgeries, a shoulder, a gall bladder and two c-sections and my wisdom teeth out. I have had multiple injuries, broken bones, back problems, and I currently have a torn labrum in my hip that I have been dealing with for quite some time. Out of ALL of that, I still have not whined as much as he has about this thing. The scar he will have will be this big ——– That’s it. Please SHUT UP!
I want to be supportive, but all I can do is roll my eyes. I do everything in my power to change the subject so I don’t have to hear about it anymore. Then after the surgery, all I am going to hear about is how bad it hurts. For weeks. Maybe even for a year. This may be the end of me. I can’t have my entire family whining constantly and not blow a fuse…especially when I am PMSing.
Okay- I’m done whining.
Haahahahhaa! I am laughing out loud, at 5:40am, reading this post. Classic. Thanks for starting my morning off right!
There is a reason woman have the babies. IF men had them the species would have died out long ago….
It’s so true…there would have been one male birth and civilization as we know it would be over.