Whiny Wednesday

Today's Whiny Wednesday is brought to you by the letters N and R. N for Noise and R for Racket. I suppose it's inevitable when you co-habitate with a toddler. The general cacophony of shrieks of delight and terror, song singing at the highest volume possible, the din of crashes, bumps and tumbles and---if you're daughter is the Beastie---the grunts, groans and screams of frustration when your crayons, markers, dolls, etc. don't stay in the order in which you put them.

I have to say that I can generally handle the noise and racket of my daughter, however today---well recently Lennon has found an object in our home that elicits a sound that makes me want to simultaneously punch a baby, drill my brain and rip my ears from my head. At first this noise was something I thought I could handle like all the other noises by focusing on my happy place and pretending that it isn't there. But oh no, this noise requires the meditative-like qualities only yogis possess. The noise in question: her Ikea easel being pushed, dragged, pulled, slid and jerked across our wood floor.

I have begun to think that this is Lennon's way of slowly torturing her mother. I have never hated Ikea more.