A couple of years ago, my New Years resolution was to quit whining altogether. I knew my mom was proud of me because she told all her co-workers about it, which is what she always does when she is proud.

Unfortunately, I made the resolution in January and January is cold, so my resolve not to whine lasted as long as it took me to defrost my first frosty windshield.

I don’t think I am the world’s biggest whiner, but I’ve been known to throw a complaint into the mixing bowl every now and again. Some of my favorite things to whine about are as follows:

1. Third hour of church.
2. Meetings. Of any shape or variety.
3. Homework. I have perfected the art of whining about homework.
4. Minor bodily ailments. The way I talk about them, my colds might as well be rheumatoid arthritis.

But if you thought I was a whiner, let me tell you… teenagers. Teenagers have perfected–nay, honed, developed, practiced, and reinvented– the art of whining.

They can whine endlessly:

They can whine in one word:

They can even whine nonverbally:

Classic transition into whining: “Can I just say this please?”  or “I’ll be honest…” or “I just have to say…” or “But Mrs. Penrod!”

Looks like it’s time for me to recommit on my News Years Resolution. I just spent a whole blog whining about whining. 

But seriously. Stop.