I have this thought that one of these days when my kids are older and out of the house they will suddenly realize that maybe their mother was a bit on the whacky side (in a good way, of course). "You mean, your mother threw a fit whenever the closet door was left open? Huh."
My husband jokes (is he?) that he is "Sleeping with the Enemy". We all laugh. But sometimes, dammit, I am serious!
Pet Peeve #280
Food debris left on the right side of the sink. Ew. And, cheese sticks, yo. Double ew. I like the sink wiped down and clean and sans all dishes and pots. Too much to ask? I think not.
Pet Peeve #34
When the upstairs hall closet doors are left open. Especially when the closet (and laundry shoot) is primarily used by kids who grab sheets that I neatly fold (okay, not as neat as my mother, so shoot me) and they crumple the rest when they can't find what they are lookin for...and they obviously have no regard for tidy shelves. But, that isn't the pet peeve, although it could be a sub-pet peeve, it is the doors being left open. Why? Because I like the doors closed. Do I need another reason?
Pet Peeve #88
Piling of shoes in the laundry room, in the garage near the door, and outside the back door. Do we really all own so many shoes? For the love of gawd, put the shoes under the seat bench thing in the laundry room where there should be plenty of room for shoes. Stumbling over shoes does not bring out my best.
Pet Peeve #355
Milk. They all drink so much we are always running out. I hate milk so I don't get it. I drink about 4 tablespoons a day in my coffee. Must they drink milk as if we have a cow grazing in our yard?
Pet Peeve #12
Download Usage. Iphones, Ipods, Computer games, Amazon, Netflix, Downloads, Downloads, Downloads. OMGawd, I want a bubblegum world where there are no discussions (you can talk about it, but you'll be hung) about download/internet usage blah blah blah. Does a world exist? I find my eyes roll back in my head the minute the conversation is brought up at dinner. Oy. Maybe we should go back to rabbit ears and four channels. Lalalalalalalalalala.
My husband jokes (is he?) that he is "Sleeping with the Enemy". We all laugh. But sometimes, dammit, I am serious!
Pet Peeve #280
Food debris left on the right side of the sink. Ew. And, cheese sticks, yo. Double ew. I like the sink wiped down and clean and sans all dishes and pots. Too much to ask? I think not.
Pet Peeve #34
When the upstairs hall closet doors are left open. Especially when the closet (and laundry shoot) is primarily used by kids who grab sheets that I neatly fold (okay, not as neat as my mother, so shoot me) and they crumple the rest when they can't find what they are lookin for...and they obviously have no regard for tidy shelves. But, that isn't the pet peeve, although it could be a sub-pet peeve, it is the doors being left open. Why? Because I like the doors closed. Do I need another reason?
Pet Peeve #88
Piling of shoes in the laundry room, in the garage near the door, and outside the back door. Do we really all own so many shoes? For the love of gawd, put the shoes under the seat bench thing in the laundry room where there should be plenty of room for shoes. Stumbling over shoes does not bring out my best.
Pet Peeve #355
Milk. They all drink so much we are always running out. I hate milk so I don't get it. I drink about 4 tablespoons a day in my coffee. Must they drink milk as if we have a cow grazing in our yard?
Pet Peeve #12
Download Usage. Iphones, Ipods, Computer games, Amazon, Netflix, Downloads, Downloads, Downloads. OMGawd, I want a bubblegum world where there are no discussions (you can talk about it, but you'll be hung) about download/internet usage blah blah blah. Does a world exist? I find my eyes roll back in my head the minute the conversation is brought up at dinner. Oy. Maybe we should go back to rabbit ears and four channels. Lalalalalalalalalala.
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