My sister babysat for a whiner. She would act like she was sad, and say she just didn't understand whining but she would be able to hear words. Words not whining. The little girl was motivated to communicate so this worked.
In other news, my shower drain pipes have literally rotted away somehow since 1966. I looked under the house to behold a bounteous cascade of shower water falling on the asphalt pad my little aluminum box is parked upon. Huh. All I noticed was the damp spot on the bathroom floor. Reckon if I had a downstairs neighbor this might have been brought to my attention sooner.
The plumber estimates: two guys, four hours repiping for only $2500. I'm thinking about getting a second opinion.
"I've seen weirder stuff than this in my breakfast cereal" middle-aged lady tone of voice.
The things I saw on people's work laptops when I was working help desk support truly were boggling. Like, my dude, this is your WORK MACHINE. Maybe don't save porn video files on your desktop.
I haven't done much computer support. But way back when I was temping, I found myself filing documents in a cabinet that also housed someone's porn mags.
Most of my doctors keep clean work computers, but some have disturbing stuff, and I totally judge them, mostly because they must think I won't see it for some reason. I judge them more harshly when their home page on the browser is foxnews. I randomly change it to the hospital portal for "security reasons" and they buy that.
Made a spontaneous decision early yesterday morning to go and visit SIL outside NYC. It was a gorgeous day with beautiful clear mountain vistas on the 5 hour drive. Went to a fun musical in the park last night, Addams Family. The loud crickets during quiet moments in the play were perfect. It was cool enough with evening breezes. Not sure what we are doing today. Beach? Don't really want to go into the city on a work day. If the weather is nice tomorrow morning I may go into the city for breakfast before heading back north.
One of the worst things I have to deal with is adult females over 60 whining at me at the library.
I can't help but wonder if Cindy's bleeding ears trick would work.
I randomly change it to the hospital portal for "security reasons" and they buy that.
You're doing a deity's work, Laura.
I'm checked in for my return flight to San Francisco. While I've had a nice visit in Dublin so far and have thoroughly enjoyed not having a commute this week, I'm very much looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. (Why are your pillows like sleeping on bricks, hotel?!)
I do want to chime in on the whining thing and just say...some kids REALLY REALLY hate giving up. Even when whining has NEVER worked, they will do it anyway. They will do it for HOURS. Even if they are in their room for an extended time out, they will whine TO THEMSELVES, hoping against hope that someone will take pity and give in.
The helpful tip of "don't give into whining, it will teach your kids that it works" is so dangerously close to "if your kids whine, it's your fault for raising them that way" that honestly, I hate it. Parents, just do your best. Sometimes your kids will behave and sometimes they will be total shitheads. Just do your best.
I'm so deeply grateful that the universe plugged into my brain and said "The kid thing? Not for you. Don't do it." Knowing my psyche as I do now, life would have been an ugly mess if I'd tried to cope with a typical kid day in and day out. Even when they're not being cantankerous and fussy and challenging, kids being kids at close range puts every nerve on edge.
