Sinus drainage and anything you have to cough up.
Pretty much anything involving the inside of my nose.
Removing earwax from anyone's ear.
Most TV.
When people don't listen to me.
High-pitched shrieking and whining.
Blatant disregard for commas.
Scalp pimples!
When my friends don't update their blogs (HINT, HINT).
Parents who think their kids are perfect.
It has to be said: Menstruation.
Though, pregnancy trumps menstruation.
Jaguar, the car.
Mushy apples.
Crisp pears.
My voice.
When my coffee gets cold.
Huuuuuuuumidity.
Plastic grocery bags with holes in them. Yes, I use plastic grocery bags still, because I change diapers still. Get it?
Two-faced people.
Yogurt.
Oatmeal.
Milk.
Hypocrites. The people, and also, just the way that word looks and sounds.
Lame, but when kids bring me toys and junk and expect me to hold it all and then I'm surrounded by stuff, and it makes me feel suffocated. I know.
Dirty bathrooms.
Angst for the sake of angst.
People who just drain me.
Neighbors who speak to my kids in a fake, high, baby voice.
Labels. Being labeled. Figuring out why people label themselves.
Spiders, esp ones with fur.
Yeah, I think that's enough dislike for the morning.
2 comments:
LOL. I too hate it when people ignore their commas and just ramble on and one. But all my friends update their blogs all the time frequently so it's not a problem for me. I still hate to blow even my own nose. I'm getting over it though. Being vomitted on 20 times a day will pretty much break you of any fear of disgusting things you just learn to duck.
I'm sorry to tell you this, but infant vomit is nothing compared to regular kid vomit. That said, I think most kids vomit a bazillion times less than infants. But it is kinda awesome when they come in your room in the middle of the night and tell you, "Daddy, I throwed up!"
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