Whining

Whining . . . just the word is annoying. Peter and I have been trying to teach the kids (mainly Ben) to just use his words to ask for what he wants instead of whining about everything and every little thing requiring tears. Tonight was a small success followed by a reverting back to whining. I guess I am just being paid back for all of my whining as a kid and as a teen. In fact, when I was talking to Ben tonight I was reminded of working at Winn Dixie as a teenager. Why you might ask . . . well that is were I met my lovely husband of ten years. I was a cashier, he was the front end manager (however, he was not my manager, he was the manager over the baggers really, although I am sure he would disagree, this is the truth.) Peter used to say that I was a whiner with a poor work ethic (very suave right??) and one day presented me with a new name badge that instead of saying my name said "Whiner." What about my whining was so attractive, I don't know but it must have worked, because here we are.
Nonethless, we are tackling the whining. If you here of a woman who chose to go voluntarily deaf, it may be me. Am I whining right now about whining????