Today is Whiny Wednesday.
It’s the day you don’t have to be “nice” and keep your grumbles to yourself. If you have a gripe, here’s the place to get it off your chest.
Whine on!
Whiny Wednesday: Sick
I was hit hard with a bad cold last week. As I was lying in bed, sweating, groaning, and coughing, I thought what a relief it was that I didn’t have little kids to take care of while I felt so awful.
Except my husband got the same cold (only way worse, of course) so, in a way, I did.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What are you feeling sorry for yourself about today?
Whiny Wednesday: Turning Around the Question
Why is it that people have no problem asking, “So, why don’t you have kids,” or “How come you don’t like children?” or “Don’t you think not having kids is selfish?”
Could you imagine if mothers were asked the inverse? “So, why do you have kids?” “How come you like children?” or “Don’t you think having kids is selfish?” I wonder how many people would have an answer.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What’s your gripe this week?
Whiny Wednesday: Halloween
With Halloween just around the corner, no doubt the festivities have begun around you.
If you’re not looking forward to the holiday this year, Whiny Wednesday is here just in time.
Feel free to gripe about your gremlins, and hex anyone who rubs you the wrong way this week.
Whiny Wednesday: When We Were Kids
A college friend just posted a photo of her son and his date all dressed up for the homecoming dance.
It got my attention because the “kids” weren’t much younger than my friend and her now-husband when I first met them, and, as the boy looks like his father, the photo reminded me of them and how flipping long it’s been since I was in school.
It also caused a pang of sadness for another experience I won’t get to have. I won’t get to send my teen off on his first date or take a photo of him and realize he’s a carbon copy of his dad.
It’s Whiny Wednesday, and today I’m feeling whiny about how unfair life can be.
Whiny Wednesday
Most days I’m glad to be a renter rather than a homeowner. I like that when my water heater goes out (for the second time in two years) it’s not my problem, and I like the feeling of freedom that comes with knowing that if we suddenly decided to up sticks and ride our bikes around the world, we don’t have a mortgage tethering us to one place.
But this week, I am not loving renting. I am not appreciating my plants being replaced without warning or the constant hammering and sawing and the stream of workmen yammering outside my window when I’m trying to write thoughtful blog posts. This week I am a whiny renter.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What’s rubbing on your last nerve this week?
Whiny Wednesday: Cold Showers
My hot water heater gave up last night. It waited until after business hours to ensure we had no hot water until the following day.
Cold showers make me very whiny.
It’s Whiny Wednesday; what’s your gripe this week?
Whiny Wednesday
It’s October, fourth quarter, which means the holidays, and all the accompanying minefields, are barreling towards us.
For now, I’m choosing to keep breathing and try to ignore the growing holiday fervor.
It’s Whiny Wednesday today. What do you wish would go away and leave you alone?
Whiny Wednesday: The Reluctant Villager
Last weekend my friend and I stopped by a very cute new café that opened in my neighborhood. It has a lovely private patio, big sun umbrellas, and a good menu of healthy food, so we looking forward to a Saturday morning breakfast and chat.
But when we stepped out onto the patio, there were young children everywhere, and by everywhere, I mean everywhere. They running in and out of the tables, playing in the middle of the floor, and one little boy was rolling his toy truck under a table where a couple, who were definitely not his parents, were eating.
Out of the six or seven sets of parents present, there was one who appeared to be making any kind of effort to teach their child how people behave in restaurants. One. My friend (who is a mother) suggested we leave and take our coffee to go instead.
They say it takes a village to raise a child, but that doesn’t mean the village should have to step in and do the parent’s job. Nor does it mean the village can’t have a quiet meal without their feet being run over by a toy truck.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. I’m done grumbling for today. It’s your turn now.
Whiny Wednesday: All the News That’s Fit to Print?
Standing in line at the grocery store last week, I spotted the rack of gossip magazines.
There were four magazines on offer, and the headline of every single one was celebrity baby news.
Honestly, I think I’d rather have toe nail fungus updates.
It’s Whiny Wednesday; what’s under your skin (or toe nail) today?
