Imagine listening to nails on a chalkboard all day. That's how whiny children sound to me. I can handle quite bit of whining actually, I really can. But there comes a point, like when a child whines literally all the live long day....where I just feel like I'm going to lose my ever-loving mind.
The past month or so, my littlest child, the one that I used to refer to as my "angel baby" that could do no wrong... has turned into a tiny terror. Running around torturing our family with his incessant whining and crying. I always felt it was too good to be true, how blessed we were to have such happy-go-lucky baby, that it was only a matter of time that his true toddler colors would show! Teething? Maybe. But I have yet to see any swelling or teeth breaking through. Growth spurt? Perhaps. Or just a battle of the wills? But oh my heavens, I am not over-exaggerating when I say that Easton whines and cries over every. little. thing. I try hard to savor the happy moments in between, the ones I so often blog about. But those moments feel like they are getting fewer as the days go on.
I have gotten so desperate that I am willing to give him ALL the things he wants, anytime he wants them, just to stop the whining. Which I'm sure, is only perpetuating the problem. Go ahead, tell me I'm being ridiculous, every child goes through these phases. Ugh.
I guess I just need to throw it out there, ya know, into the mommy blogging atmosphere. As much as I don't wish any of your kiddos are driving you as batty as mine is, I just wanna hear I'm not alone.
Obviously, it goes without saying that I love my little Easton to death. But man, that kid knows how to get under my skin like whoa.
"This too shall pass..." Right???