It is never ending.
I am no longer surprised by the most ridiculous, perfectly normal, non-irritating things that can elicit a whine. The other day, there was ten minutes of whining because I accidentally put his underwear in the laundry basket when he wanted to do it himself. That example right there goes to show you that this is the most bullshitty behaviour ever. “I wanted to do my own dirty laundry“. Seriously like. Said nobody ever. Continue reading Jesus, the whining