I have a child who will not stop whining. Said Child whines when s/he is told to do work. When s/he is told to stop whining. When s/he is told to do ANYTHING. I cannot seem to stop it. I’m ready to scream/whine/yell to make Said Child stop. I am a questioning every parenting philosophy I have ever held dear. Or even considered. Or read about. Or laughed at. I am trapped in a never-ending abyss of WHINE.
And on occasion when I manage to stop a whine, Said Child makes a snarky/sarcastic remark instead.
Apollo has recently taken up this tone of voice. Now he whines when asked to clean up. In fact, he whines when the other kids are asked to clean up. It is clear he is just trying out this newfound form of communication, but it is also equally clear that two such whiners will drive me over the edge. And fast.
Said Child is intent, it seems on driving me straight to Crazy Town, and since s/he doesn’t have a driver’s license, that’s a really bad idea. On top of that, meals plans never happened this week due to Apollo’s sickness. And to make matters worse, Chuck still expects clean underwear for work every morning and kids still expect toilet paper. And snacks. And fires in our wood stoves. My lovely neighbor, by the way, offered to donate toilet paper if we ever found ourselves in such a frightening predicament, but unfortunately did not offer to loan me her sanity, which I clearly need more.
On the bright side, me and five of my favorite children went hiking Monday.
We covered nearly six miles! We went with friends, which makes it all that much more fun. Especially when one friend brings homemade cookies. Apollo stayed at home with Tilly and Kalina, since two hours out in the cold didn’t seem like the best idea for him when he’s sick.
My legs were sore (no laughing, please). My eight year olds were tired, but let me tell you, a nice long hike doesn’t wonders for one’s spirit.
Too bad it’s raining today.