Pet Peeves

1. That last inch of soap in the bottom of a pump-bottle that, no matter how you shake, bang, or how furiously you pump, will not come out. I end up, after having the lid half-off to get some on my hands, and then have little "spills" all over the counter for a week, throw the rest away as I cringe at the expense.

2. Clothing sizes. I've voiced this frustration for children's sizes, but adult sizes are not much improved. Does the European system of numbers work much better?

3. Crumbs on the counter. This used to bother me more, before I had four kids. I was fastidious about making sure the table and counter were wiped clean. I'm not as picky as before, it seems to get missed more often than not! But it still irritates me to see it (although not always enough to wipe them off). Maybe I'm just too lazy to clean it up now, especially knowing at the next snack/meal those pesky crumbs will be right back there.

4. Construction workers blowing dust on my vehicle at a stop light. Can they not wait the same, interminable amount of time at that light that I have to wait? They can blow their rocks and dust in a different direction, and save me from having rock chips and dust pelted at my window and coating my van in a sheen of dirt. Thank goodness I'd already turned the air intake to recycle!

5. Toilet paper rolls on the wrong way. It's gotta be a waterfall, and if you don't know what that means, then please, just leave the roll on the back of the toilet (which is a far second in annoyance to me, but better than not being able to get any toilet paper off the roll in the middle of the night because it's on the "wrong way".)


There used to be more, many more, but I really have found that four kids has taken away much of my energy for having pet peeves. Maybe it's desensitization.