And now I remembered that THIS IS WHY I SMOKED.
WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE. Well that's not fair. I had my own stupid reasons for smoking. But the incessant WHINING DID NOT HELP. And now with no smoking to save me I just want to take off down the street yanking my hair out. EVERYthing is an emergency and requires screaming and WHINING. We play, but it invariably turns to VERY rough rough-housing (which is not ok), or repeating one simple thing beyond my 5 minute limit.
Mom, I love you, but I hate that bloody batmobile. He doesn't even watch it go! He plops it in my lap and runs away. Like, to the other end of the house. But if I don't set it off he just pushes it further into my lap, my face, WHINES. AGH. And he absolutely refuses to shake it himself.
Kill me now. We've tried snuggling on the couch, he just wants to play rough and turn into the rubber baby. Save me. X_X