It's moments like these...when you start out the day with so much ambition and patience, and peace. Then the whining begins. The battles ensue. The screaming. The tv. The fighting. The tantrums. And you find yourself kneeling in the closet, because they may not find you there... asking, for something. Because you love them. And you need help.
That makes this...the something.
I'm grateful. For whining.
Some moms would love to have some.