All he does is WHINGE. I mean, constantly bloody whinge, whinge, whinge.
He's 10.
I wake him up in a morning he whinges, starts shouting at me to "stop going on" when I tell him to get up, he whinges about his socks, when/if he eventually gets downstairs he whinges that it's cold. He'll whinge on for half an hour or so before finally going to get some breakfast, then he'll whinge about the choice of cereals. If he does manage to find some he wants, he'll whinge about the spoons because the particular one he wants to use isn't in the drawer. Fast forward to getting dressed - the whole "shoe" episode.
"My shoes are too tight/big. I can't do the laces, I hate these shoes, why did you have to buy me such gay shoes?" At this point the shoes occasionally get thrown across the living room floor. He gets his bedtime marked down 10 minutes - que more whinging about my bedtime policy.
WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE WHATS IN THE PACK UP? DONT LIKE THAT WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE - WHAT DRINK DO I HAVE? OH I HATE THAT WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE
Fast forward to hometime:
"what's for tea?"
I could say ANYTHING here and the reaction would be the same
OH FOR GODS SAKE I HATE THAT! YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE THAT! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO STUFF I HATE???? I DONT WANT ANY TEA AT ALL!!! I WONT EAT IT!!!
So tonight he bought himself a tech deck skateboard thing and later went off on one because he couldn't do the wheels "WHINGE WHINGE CANT DO IT WHINGE WHINGE THIS IS SO STUPID WHINGE WHINGE WHY CANT YOU JUST DO IT FOR ME???? WHINGE WHINGE WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP WHINGE WHINGE
Final straw tonight, I go into the kitchen to find him pouring himself a glass of dr pepper, he's already had a glass of it today and its a one glass a day policy on the sugary stuff. He hands me the glass immediately and says "here, I got you a drink"
I said "hmm you mean you were pouring yourself a drink?!" and I said this in a calm, almost playful voice with a smile and he reacted nastily and loudly with
"NO I DIDN'T!!!!!!!" I totally lost it with him at this point and told him to get upstairs to bed, I've had enough of him.
I get sick to death of him to be honest, all he bloody does is whinge and moan and complain and shout and slam doors - I'm just absolutely sick of him. A few nights ago I had a dream that I tried to get him adopted. How awful is that?
but he puts an awful atmosphere in the house, everyone tiptoing around him frightened of setting him off, I sick to death of it.