Alright. As you probably guessed it we are back for another bitch sesh. I cannot for the life of me understand why kids have to whine so much. They whine when they talk. They whine over ridiculous things. They whine and don’t even know why they’re whining! Does this bother anyone else, or is it just me?

The last two weeks have been a little bit of a struggle with this and I just don’t get it. Their problems aren’t real, yet! 

I’ve never been the person to really like whiny kids, or sensitive kids, even pre-kids of my own. My tolerance threshold is quite low for this. I suppose I just have the mentality that you really don’t have a reason to whine. If they did have a legitimate reason to whine, then I wouldn’t be annoyed with it. We have a rule in our house, you don’t get to cry because you didn’t get your way, or because you were bad and had to reap what you sowed. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Sorry, not sorry! You chose to act a certain way knowing there would be repercussions. That’s on you. 

Let’s talk about the things that happened last week. My husband and I decided to book a trip (later this year) with the kids to a nice destination for vacation. That being said, I wanted to show the kids how nice it was, and to reiterate that they were very lucky to be so young and to be able to go on such a nice trip. So I pull out my computer and begin showing them the hotel and bright blue water, and alllllll the fun things we will be able to do. I also wanted to hit home that we would need to start eating full, more well balanced meals. Less junk food and snacking (even though I myself love snacking – they don’t call me “Snacks” at work for nothing – do as I say not as I do, right?!) Especially knowing that a lot of times foreign countries don’t have the same foods, or they don’t cook the same way we do here.

I don’t even know if I’m 10 minutes out of this conversation and “we” already forgot that we need to eat better. Insert whining here. Fast forward to dinner time, Chinese food was requested. I even give the option of picking which meal they’d like to eat (we always get the same 4 different things). Choices were made. Then the damn kid sits and stares at the rice for an hour! So when the other kid wants more rice, I give the untouched rice to her. Then we start crying… “I was going to eat that!” The. Fuck. You. Were. Don’t lie to me. Don’t pretend. And don’t CRY! Why are we crying about food?! It’s not like its new food I’m asking you to eat. It’s something you like! 

So I have one kid who whines about food. And my other kid whines about school.

Girl, you have to put in the work! The other night she woke me up at about 4 am. Saying she couldn’t sleep. I said I can’t help you, go back to bed. She proceeds to tell me that she can’t because of her bad report card. Mind you, she did not have a bad report card. Was there room for improvement? Yes. But she had improved since the prior one (which is really all we were hoping for, we keep our expectations low lol). Then she tells me she’s not going to second grade. I of course ask her who told her that, then she tells me “you did.” She’s not wrong, I did say that (but not recently), and when she wasn’t focusing, not trying and not giving a shit. Not my finest parenting moment, but clearly a memorable one. So now when she whines about doing her homework, I ask if she wants to go to second grade. 

I just can’t with the whining. It makes me want to start whining when they ask me for things. Maybe I can embarrass them so much they’ll stop. Highly unlikely. But it’s worth a shot. I’ll let you know how it goes! Stay tuned….

Also as a disclaimer: Over the last week or so, things out of anyone’s control have happened to those around us, putting much into perspective…and that is, that MY problems aren’t real. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted and this is why. I’ve felt guilty for complaining. While it didn’t stop me from complaining, it certainly put me in check. So, while I post this bitch session, I do know that I am incredibly blessed that my children drive me fucking nuts and I am still here to vent about it.