Status: Feeling guilty for sleeping in
Song: "Just Dance" by Lady Ga Ga
I started a completely different blog post a few minutes ago, a more happy, uplifting one. But I couldn't quite finish it. The happy, funny vibes just weren't flowing. Instead, I'm going to do this one because I'm in a snarky mood. Hopefully I can get all the snark out, and entertain in the process.
So, for today, here are some of my pet peeves. I'm not going for anything weighty, or life-threatening, or even anything that really matters, but just the stupid, annoying things that seem to get under my skin.
1. Cleaning showers -- I have three of them and I hate to clean them. Especially in the summer when my kids are all dirty (or when the Steeds have a mountain of sand in their driveway that the neighborhood plays in). The worst shower-cleaning experience for me, however, was after Halloween when Ian was Harry Potter and we sprayed that black hairspray all over his very blonde hair. It left a gray film all over the whole shower that did not want to come off.
2. Putting leftovers in containers -- I am notoriously spatially-challenged and can never seem to find the right size container to fit. I either go laughably too big or realize the container is too small when I've almost filled the whole thing.
3. Dried toothpaste -- I don't know how my kids can get toothpaste all over the counter, floor, mirror, walls, and ceiling when they brush their teeth, but it dries to a consistency that rivals cement and is always some weird neon color, so you can't even just ignore it.
4. Otter pop wrappers -- They end up everywhere, especially at the bottom of my window wells, which means I have to climb down in there and clean it out. For some of you that might not be a big deal, but my wells are 5 feet deep.
5. Socks -- My kids take them off and fling them anywhere and everywhere. And they seem to go through 2 pairs a day. Nothing like cuddling up on the couch after a long day to try and unwind with a good book, only to start sniffing. I check to see if maybe I stepped in something out in the yard. Nope. Is it me stinking? No. Forgotten food under the couch? Nope. A dead animal nearby? No, its a sock that has been shoved in between the couch cushions for who knows how many days.
6. Dishes -- they just never end. Ever.
7. Getting Senea dressed -- I will take boys over girls any day in the clothing department. It's a battle every day because she has to wear something that is sufficiently "pretty," "cute," or "hot." (Although I'm trying to strike that word from her vocabulary. 5 year olds aren't "hot.") Plus, it has to be weather appropriate, and mom-approved. Let's just say that all three requirements are rarely met without a bit of a battle. *Sigh* At least she'll wear other colors than pink now. There was at least a full year where she refused to wear anything that wasn't pink.
8. Shaving my legs in the winter -- Just 2 words. Goose bumps. (Ouch)
9. Not having any new emails for a whole day -- Doesn't anyone love me? *Sniff* I know my self-esteem should not be measured by my inbox. I guess its just one sign that I'm addicted to email. Admitting you have a problem is the first step...
10. My kids arguing with each other over stupid things -- like which of the boys' made-up numbers is bigger, "Cheese" or "Shoe" when apparently both are greater than infinity. (True story)
11. When my kids know more than me -- It's so freaking annoying. So I don't know the precise location of Moscow, and that it's really in European Asia. Oh, did I biff you in the head? Sorry. My hand slipped....
12. Complex board games that have more tiny pieces than my entire wardrobe -- And of course they get scattered all over the house. I don't swear, but I've been tempted to after stepping on a small plastic troll from Lord of the Rings Risk in my bare feet.
13. Being late -- I really hate this. I know that I start almost breathing fire, and the kids look at me with wide eyes and I know they're thinking, "Geez, mom. Get a grip. We're only a minute late."
14. The greasy dusty stuff that coats all those random surfaces of the kitchen -- What a pain to clean! Especially on the blinds. I can just turn a blind eye most of the time, but then when it starts getting fuzzy I have to do something.
15. Being hormonal and snarky, and knowing that I'm irrational because I'm hormonal and snarky, but not being able to stop.
Whew! I could just keep going, but that's probably enough. Well, I think I feel better.
You know, snarkiness loves company, so why don't you join in the whine-fest? Tell us about some of your stupid pet peeves!
Have a good weekend!