I am getting so bloody sick of the whinging and crying. He just seems to do it all the time. It's mostly because he wants things he can't have, but he always wants something he can't have, like the telephone wire for instance.
Sometimes he'll cry for something, I'll pass it to him, for him to just start up whinging again a minute later.
Part of me thinks that it's just natural, he's old enough to know what he wants, but too young to understand that he can't always have, but it's so bloody depressing. The soundtrack of my life has become a low level waaaaaaaaaaaaaah of annoyance.
I don't like seeing him so miserable all the time as well. I try to do things to distract him, to keep him happy, but it rarely works for very long, and there is only so much messing with plastic tat that I can take.
I try to get out as often as possible, and he likes to go out, but some days it's just not possible and then he spends the whole day letting me know that he wants to play with the cat/the fire guard/the TV/the phone etc. and I am a cruel mother for not letting him.
Does it ever end or is this a sign of things to come?