And that is why I have a headache today.

by Veronica on March 24, 2012

in Amy, Isaac

At 3am I was awoken by Amy coming into my bedroom. In her teensy tiny whiny voice that is guaranteed to set my nerves on edge, she declared that she was wide awake and hungry.

I am not at my best at three am, and that’s usually without being requested to make food. I told her to grab an apple and to go back to bed, immediately.

Amy is five and a half and she knows exactly where the fridge is. It’s shopping week this week and therefore, my fridge is full of things like yogurt, cheese slices, apples and carrots and the cupboard contains two different types of muesli bars – all of which she could have eaten, and not bothered me.

But instead, she needed an apple and she needed it sliced and despite slicing her own apples on any other day, she needed me to slice the apple for her.

I very nearly threw the apple at her head. Instead I sliced her off a piece, and sent her back to bed, with strict instructions to STAY THERE UNTIL MORNING.

A little before 7am, Isaac came into the bedroom.

“Mummy, you needa change me. I wee’d and it’s running down my legs.”

Oh. Right.

I changed him, made him breakfast, tucked him onto the couch, turned a movie on and went back to bed.

Only to find him in my bedroom two minutes later, melting down because I wouldn’t give him a jellybean.

That lasted an hour, long enough for Amy to wake up and continue her whining.

“I can’t make my own toast. YOU DO IT. I can’t find socks. Cut me an apple. Why can’t I pick up the duckling?”

I cut her an apple, told her to suck it up and make her own toast, made sure the duckling was safely tucked under my bed and went back to bed.

I think I slept for another 15 minutes, before Amy’s whining woke me up. Isaac was touching her, or looking at her, or something. I don’t even know what, but she had definitely forgotten how to speak like anything other than a baby.

It turns out that I can sleep through Isaac shouting. I can sleep through cupboards being climbed and cereal being poured. I can even sleep through the TV being turned up.

But I absolutely cannot sleep through whining.

And that is why I have a headache.

Laura March 24, 2012 at 5:04 pm

Whining is my absolute worst! It sends me from calm to a mad crazy ranting freaking lunatic is less than a second.

And the sibling fighting – seriously that would wear hardened CIA spies down!!!

Veronica March 25, 2012 at 11:15 am

YES! Me too.

Fighting siblings should be used for torture, instead of wasting water.

river March 24, 2012 at 7:54 pm

I absolutely cannot sleep through whining either. not the kids though, it’s the whine of a mosquito that wakes me. I can be sound asleep even with a party going on next door, but let a single mosquito come whining and I’m instantly awake and slapping at it.

Veronica March 25, 2012 at 11:16 am

Oh god, me too! Mosquitos and even blowflies – worst thing ever.

Signe March 24, 2012 at 8:53 pm

ah ha ha ha ha – I know this is not funny, but it reminds me of my childhood! My dad would get up at 8 am on Saturday and Sunday, look like the most horrible scary monster while he fed us and then it was QUIET! We could play (often lego) but God help us if we woke mom and dad before 11am. The Jehovas Witnesses did once, we never dared try after that…

Veronica March 25, 2012 at 11:17 am

He sounds like a very sensible man. Maybe a little scary, but sensible!

Signe March 26, 2012 at 12:03 am

I feel I should probably add that he was the nicest dad after 11am. It was sort of a magic hour…

Marita March 25, 2012 at 8:35 am

Oh my yes, there is nothing like whining to drive nails through your skull.

Both my girls went through an “I’m a baby” phase when they started prep, talking like they imagined a baby would – high pitched whine. Drove me bonkers.

Veronica March 25, 2012 at 11:18 am

I think that is what Amy is doing at the moment, that exact stage. It makes me want to throw things at her.

Marita March 25, 2012 at 11:53 am

I seem to remember having a hissy fit last year when the both girls went baby at the same time. I started talking to them in a baby voice and whining back at everything they said. They thought it was hysterical and wanted me to keep doing it. Epic backfire.

Veronica March 25, 2012 at 11:57 am

I shall learn from your mistake and not do that.

Robyn March 26, 2012 at 9:33 am

Well my kid whines but refuses to eat anything, so at least your kids eat. But then again, you have kids, plural. I just have one.

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