Why are my kids so unhappy?

I don't know how much more I can handle. They both have things they really enjoy, but life just doesn't allow them to constantly be doing those things. Neither one seems to be able to cope with not being able to do their thing.

At any given time, it seems like at least one of them is moping or whimpering about something completely out of anyone's control. Starcraft II doesn't come out until the end of the month. The new Lego Harry Potter sets don't come out until October. The Lego Harry Potter video game crashes if you try to play it in two-player mode. It doesn't play well at all on any machine except Mom's (mine), which is sometimes in use. There aren't enough grey Lego pieces available to make a Hogwart's castle. There aren't any more Doctor Who episodes to stream from Netflix, and we don't know when the Matt Smith (11th Doctor) ones will be available.

These are just things we have to live with and accept, and there's no point in letting any of it ruin your day. But neither of my kids seems to be able to understand that. Especially David. All summer, he's been so obsessed with those things that he'll spend an entire day doing nothing but following me around harping on one of them. It's gotten so that I *want* him to just go and watch instant Doctor Who re-runs all day so that he's out of my hair.

I've tried telling them both about the concept of "Accept the things I cannot change", but neither will hear it. Nathan isn't as tiresome about it, but he lets things get him down way more than I think is normal. It's draining to see them both so unhappy all the time.

I mean really! *I* don't lie in *their* bedroom doorway, with my dirty feet thumping on the door, saying, "I WISH I had some way of going to New York in January to see Alan Rickman in a Henrik Ibsen play. SIGH!!! How many days until January? Why can't they do the play in our backyard right now?! I feel sick!! I NEVER get to see my favorite actor on stage! It's not fair!! I hate my life!!" I mean, how obnoxious is that?

I had my birthday last week, and when I blew out my candles and made a wish (three wishes, actually), one of them was that my family would just be happy. It sounds noble to want your family to be happy, but mostly it's just so they'll stop bringing me down.

Please, guys, tell me I'm not alone. :)

Evelyn