Well, the dust has been annihalated. The toys have been shoved back in their places. The carpet has been vacuumed. The toilet has been scrubbed.
And the whining could be heard for miles.
Okay, maybe not for miles. But it sure was loud and clear. And annoying, I might add.
It wasn't me - despite a couple of spiders that reared their ugly legs. Still, I refrained from whining. Aren't you proud?
So that leaves...the children.
Which one, you ask? I'd better not say. But he or she definitely showed off his or her whining expertise on Saturday.
If you had been there, you'd have been convinced I was inflicting torture on this child. Making him/her do unspeakable things. Things like remove all nick-nacks from the window ledge and dust. GASP! Clean out clothing drawers - HORRORS! And, worst of all, pick up miscellaneous riff-raff from the floor. Stuff that, according to him/her - wasn't theirs. Hmmm.
Ask my son/daughter, and he/she will say with the utmost conviction that I gave Mommy Dearest a run for her money this past weekend. Luckily for him/her, I held back from using those wire hangers.
However tempted I may have been.
But we got through those grueling hours of agony. And we ended up having a really nice evening of church and a bon-fire with friends. Best of all, I now have a clean basement. At least for the next day or so.
So we didn't win the war on whining. And no, I won't say which of my children lost it for us.
Geesh. You'd think an 8th grader would be past this stage. (oops...did I say that?)
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