Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Pet Peeves

It being past the seasons of thankfulness, joy (those are only seasons, right? ahem...) and grandiose resolutions, I think it's high time someone posted some pet peeves.


And I'm happy to oblige myself.


Here we go...


  • Play-doh

  • Markers

  • Crayons

  • Stickers

  • Cats (and yes, we own two)

  • Sunday School papers

  • Sunday School crafts

  • Any kind of craft

  • Bath mats that shed a whole sheep when you wash 'em

  • The inevitability of someone wetting the bed or throwing up in bed the night after I change the sheets. Do you know how hard it is to change bunkbed sheets?

  • Pregnant bloggers who post pictures of their cute little bellies

  • Dress-up clothes

  • Dress-up shoes

  • Cabinets, hutches, entertainment centers, rolltop desks, and refrigerators that don't come with a parental voice-activated lock

  • Carseat laws

  • Carseats in general

  • Clichés


I know there's more, but I've got to wash some sticky faces and get ready to go to prayer meeting. You don't know how much joy it gives me to imagine the horror that sentence must cause some people.


Disclaimer: Just for the record, probably part of this list is due to my being so very huge that a picture of my swollen feet - let alone of my belly -  would not fit on this screen. And part of it is due to the fact that I have six smallish children already (one kid with crafts is cute [I guess]; six kids with crafts is a recipe for emergency home renovation). And part of it is due to the capriciousness of things. Someday I may love play-doh (no guarantees on the Sunday School papers, cute little pregnant bellies, or carseats, however). 


Anything you'd like to add? I'm ASKING to hear your pet peeves. Misery loves company, and all that.




  1. children who poop in their pants when they know how to poop in a potty, husbands who come home late, siblings who argue and hit everytime they are near each other, and mothers of more than two kids who do not appear frazzled or angry. I'm actually starting to get my feet under me again, but these are my triggers that remind me how much I struggled when I first had our second child. I know not how you do it, oh great one.

  2. I can agree with you on most of that list, namely the craft supplies and dress-up things. I spend the better part of any given day cleaning up those things, and I am sick of it! The worst part is that Emily's favorite activities are crafts and dress-up. I have banished all dress up things to her room, so at least they are contained. I have also tried to contain the craft supplies so that Erin cannot pull them out at any given moment for no reason other than to make a mess. Grrr!

    My other pet peeves at the moment are unhelpful sales people, broken things around my house, and having to go to the doctor multiple times for the same problem. Putting all those things together has made for a frustrating week!

    Thanks for asking, by the way. I really needed an excuse to get that off my chest, since the season of joy and thankfulness suppressed my complaints for a time. I have to run, since Emily's pulling out the craft supplies! :(

  3. How I do it? Pardon me while I simultaneously laugh hysterically and cry uncontrollably.

    Let's see...just for today...

    I have changed two bunk bed sheets because of children who wet the bed after spending all day drinking yesterday and me forgetting to take them potty before I went to bed. I am running another load of laundry (the third for today) because I spilled a whole cup of coffee on my lap. I was sitting on the couch, so the cushions got wet. The covers are now in the washing machine, and I am expecting company at 2 (it's noon now). No bets on me being able to figure out how to get these covers back on straight before they get here.

    Last week I emailed my husband saying, "Please can we put the kids in public school????!!!!" even though it goes against everything we believe.

    The mess in my house is huge right now, the kids are squabbling, and the word of the day is, "MINE!!!"

    I still haven't cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and we're having frozen pizza for lunch.

    Feel better?

  4. Unhelpful sales people and doctors in general belong on my list, too! And to think they get paid for that!

    I still haven't figured out how to manage crafts and dress-up clothes. For now, crafts are a very, very rare treat; and dress-up clothes have to be when I know we're not going anywhere. Because if I have to help everyone get in/out/in/out/in/out of their dress-ups when we have somewhere to be, there is no hope.

    Right now I'm thinking a locked cabinet would be the best solution to a lot of this. I mean, Laura Ingalls Wilder didn't have a whole toy store at her disposal, and she had a wholesome childhood. Right?


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