Are Any Of These Your Pet Peeves?

I'm moving forward with my 30 Day Blog Challenge, but still going out of order (this is day 11).  To see other days, click here.

The Challenge:  Describe a few of your pet peeves.

A few?  That's all I get?  I could write a book. Which really just shows how difficult it is for my family to live with me. I pity them. When they're not irritating me. 

Most of my pet peeves are due to my (self-diagnosed) sensory-processing disorder. Because there's got to be a reasonable explanation for why I get so irritated by so many seemingly petty things.

For instance, open-mouth chewing. When I hear it, I sometimes want to cry, it's that painful to listen to.  When Steve eats a bagel...well, this little ecard sums it up really well.

And I feel really bad. I do. I don't want to hate his eating. I don't want to run into the other room every morning and put in earplugs and hum to myself because I can't handle the cud-chewing.  And it's not just Steve.  Since all our kids were born with cleft lips and palates, they all open-mouth chew.  Eating a meal is like living in a barn full of cows all chewing the cud into microphones and the speakers are right. next. to. my. ears. I hate that.

How about flimsy public restroom toilet paper? Anybody bothered by that?  It's so flimsy that when I pull some off the roll, one square comes off. Then I pull it again and get another square. Then again, and get a piece the size of my thumb. What's even worse is flimsy toilet paper on a rigid, non-spinning, flat toilet paper dispenser.  Then I have to unravel the toilet paper manually, over, under, over, under, while hiked up over a nasty toilet seat that's practically growing hair, as well as sprinkled with someone else's pee (another pet-peeve), while I continue to unravel the toilet paper square by square, over, under, over, under, all while my legs are beginning to give out as I scream obscenities at the creator of, not only the toilet paper, but that stupid dispenser! I hate that.

Anybody go to Trader Joe's?  The child seat cart flap at Trader Joe's. I push it down, it pops back up. I push it down, it pops back up. All while holding a 36 pound child above my head trying to get her feet into those leg holes, but they're blocked by that dumb flap!!! After months of this weekly frustration, my six-year old pointed out how all I had to do was push firmly on the flap and it would snap into place. Well, thank you six-year-old son. Thank you very much. I hated that flap (until my son taught me the way).

Wet counter tops. I accidentally lay important, or even not important, papers on it. Gaaaaaaahhh! I hate that.

This is my current favorite. Target-brand baby wipes. I'm too cheap to buy Pampers or Huggies, so I deal with generic. When I get a substantial way through the container...like, oh, I don't know, four wipes in...the wipes start coming out in one big long wipe rather than one individual wipe at a time. So I've got my daughter's legs in the air, poop everywhere, and a three foot long sheet of wipes I'm shaking frantically to break apart. Then when I do, the wipe is wet, folded up as thin as a bookmark, and wrapped around my hand. I'm flinging it around to get it open, not able to use my other hand and not wanting to use the floor because then I may as well just use the nasty-never-vacuumed-covered-in-hair-and-other-whoknowswhat-carpet to wipe my daughter's rear end. Then I end up letting go of her ankle and she flips over and rolls poop all over the changing mat. I hate that.

Stupid wipes.
I wanted Steve to get the wipes container IN the picture, but
by the time I noticed it wasn't there, he was already asleep.

I could go on and on and on...toast crumbs in my butter/jelly/any kind of spread, silverware clanging together, rubber on rubber rubbing (I can't stand that noise!), stepping on a wet bathroom floor in my socks, my daughter biting my hard plastic straw to the point of complete flatness, so when I try to suck through it, I get a headache from all the sucking strain... wah, wah, wah.  Talk about hard to live with.

What are your pet peeves?  Could you relate to any of mine?

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