Our shit doesn't stink. So call me back!
I think something has possessed my dear, sweet, wonderful daughter. It started about a week ago. She is incessantly whining and her favorite thing to say is MO! Her version of NO. Bella, lets get your shoes on. MO! Bella, time for a tubby. MO! Bella, let's go pick up Noah from school. MO! Bella, can Mom have a hug? MO! Then the whining ensues. I swear that I am going deaf from the whining. I went into the garage last night after dinner and found my husbands earplugs that he uses when he runs the chainsaw. I wore them while I cleaned up from dinner and did tubs. Oh yes I did, and believe me those kids were better for it. I just could not listen to it for another second. Even as I sit here she is laying next to me...WHINING. No amount of coddling or consoling helps, because as soon as you fix the issue at hand another one quickly takes it's place and you are back at square one. ...