They’re Trying To Drive Me Insane!

Pet peeves. Yeah, I got a lot of them.

Pet peeves, what a nice word to use.

You see in my house I’m the one who complains. But THEY prefer to call  it bitching. Well, you know what when you live in a house with an overload of testosterone, it gives a female a license to complain. So with one grown man and two twentyish year old male college students who THINK they’re grown, they give me lots to bitch about!

First of all, it’s the toilets. No, it’s not their aim. And while on occasion, the lid is left up and I fall in the bowl of water in the middle of the night…that still is not my main peeve. You know there is a little handle on the upper left side of the tank. It is for flushing!!!!!! God forbid if I fall into the bowl of water in the midst of a groggy -eyed, sleep- induced coma, cuz the whole house is gonna wake up with that earthquake. It will be my mission!

And while I’m in the bathroom here, would it kill you guys to wipe out all those whiskers left in the sink after you shave? All you have to do is rinse it out!

Then there are the balled up halfway inside-out socks in the hampers. No, I really, truly don’t want to stick my hands in those stenchy hardened things that used to house your stinky sweaty feet. Maybe, I shall start washing them that way and just dump them on your beds when finished and let you pull them apart to see if they are clean. Because obviously, asking you guys ever so sweetly to pull them right side out before putting them in the hamper has not worked.

Now, onto the kitchen cabinets. There are doors on them for a reason. Shut them when you are finished. If they were meant to be open, the cabinets would be doorless. And also, contrary to popular belief, they do not close themselves or talk. That is me following behind you slamming them and yelling obscenities!

And speaking of hearing me and yelling obscenities, how come no one ever answers me?! But if I ask a question, you all expect me to answer immediately. How dare me play your games!

And when I want something done, I admit I want it done yesterday…so I end up doing it myself. But if you want my assistance, I am expected to drop whatever it is I am doing to help you right that very second! Why can’t life be a two way street in our house instead of the guys verses the WOMAN FROM HELL?!

No, really I love my guys. I truly enjoy being the only woman in the house and being needed. I guess that want me to feel needed often and appreciated less.

Just a thought here, if I am this mean talking about how the people I love most in the world irk me…you don’t even want to get me started on the idiotic things total stranger do to annoy me!