In the last two blogs I described how our daughter Molly slept on the mattress from hell while we were on vacation, without squawking about it at all.
I then threw out a challenge for all of us to go a week without complaining or whining.
Here's what I discovered. I don't whine a lot but I can still stew, fret or worry. This didn't come as a surprise but it did help clarify the distinction between whining and worry.
