The Long And Whining Road
If whine was intoxicating, there would be some mornings that I’d be loaded by 9AM. Aside from the voice of any Republican presidential candidate, Enya and that festering pustule Ann Coulter, there are relatively few things that I find as intolerable. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when whining begins, other than after a child learns to speak. And I’m not sure why it occurs. One could understand if it occurred only after not getting one’s way. But often, it’s right out of the gate. And when it’s before Daddy has had even my first cup of coffee; well, that is just part of parenthood that they don’t prepare you for in any of the books.
And apparently, I’m not alone in my aversion for whining. A study conducted at SUNY and Clark Universities ranked whining more annoying than even nails on a chalkboard. Imagine that? Now, I’m not certain if funding permitted the inclusion of Ann Coulter sound bites or Rick Santorum simultaneously proselytizing and crying like a little girl for what Dan Savage has done to him (God Bless You, Dan!), but nonetheless, we are all in agreement. Whiiii-niiiing suuuuu-cks!
Not that the whining is limited to any one place, but one of Elly’s favorite places of late is to bring it on in the car. This makes it challenging on multiple levels. We’re both restrained, we can’t make eye contact, we are in a confined space and I’m actually trying to concentrate on the bigger task at hand - driving, and getting us from point A to point B safely.