Why? Tell Me Please.

Luckily Jackson hasn't entered into the why phase of life. Well, maybe that's lucky, should he be doing that by now? Anyways, I am in the why phase of life. For example:

Why do I even bother making dinner when my kids don't eat it?
Why? Why? Why?

Hayden, why in the world do you choose the time when I'm deailing with Jackson the drama king and his screaming/crying over his scrape on his knee, to poop in the tub and play with it?

Hayden why have you thrown up in your crib the past two nights, but you've been fine during the day, running around, eating, playing, sleeping. Are you gagging yourself?

Hayden why don't you cry or something when you throw up in your crib? Why do you roll around in it and let it crust on your face and hair?

Why does it take three washings to get to puke smell to come out of Hayden's hair, plus baby powder to try to cover up the nasty smell?

Why won't Jackson take a nap, even though he's yawning and rubbing his eyes? Why does he have to yell and scream and kick and cry and wake up his sleeping brother?

Jackson, why won't you go after the ball during your soccer game, even when it hits you in the legs? Why do you have to stand there and pick your nose? I should just have Hayden go out there and try to kick it. Then you would be all over that blasted soccer ball and nobody but you would be able to touch it.

Why can't I resist the urge to go eat the cookie dough in my fridge?

Hayden, why would you do this?

So many questions with no logical answers.
(Sorry if I'm grossing anyone out. I've been grossed out lately and I want you all to feel my pain.)