My husband and I had a discussion about whining.

The verb “watch” comes from an Old Norse word meaning “to gnaw, gnaw or pick something”.

It is also a term used almost exclusively by men to describe women.

Or teenagers to describe mothers.

Most women, including themselves, deny that they are aching. We see this as reminding men (and teens) in our lives to do what needs to be done. Call us motivational speakers.

Some whining can be considered constructive. Where would men be without a woman who would seek them healthy food and vitamins? Or to remind teens to get some sleep and wear a coat? Imposition can keep them alive!

A woman may harass her husband or children over throwing wet towels on the bed, leaving dirty linen on the floor, or removing Christmas lights before St. Patrick’s Day (or at least Easter).

Sure, she knows what annoys her, but she sincerely believes that the only way to join her family is to repeat the same instructions over and over again.

She hopes that one day her instructions will come true. Basically, she feels justified in continuing her complaints.

But when a woman begins to repeat, the male and / or adolescent brain hears only one thing – whining.

The Bible says that it is better to live in the wilderness than with a whining wife who complains.

Hopefully don’t forget to bring water.

If I admitted that I was nagging (I didn’t admit that), I would say it’s because I hope the “victims” of my whining will be motivated for some positive action. Usually whining is just a means to an end.

Although, when I admit that I am an oath (the jury is still not considering this issue), I am mature enough to realize that this is likely to have the opposite effect.

No one is listening, and my “victims” seem to feel that I have no faith that they can handle themselves.

So maybe it’s time to ease up. Let the chips (and dirty clothes) fall where they can. I seem to be the only one who cares whether they get to the shirt or the laundry.

Maybe life will be more peaceful if I let my family do everything in time. And maybe I shouldn’t forget to praise them if they really remember digging those dirty socks out of the gym mat and hanging these wet towels.

Holly Fletcher writes for the Gettysburg Times and stays at home mom wondering if her new obscene persona will make life better or smell.

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