Pet Peeves

What are your pet peeves? My biggest one is when things don't work like they are supposed to. Cars, appliances, houses, bodies...you name it and it makes me crazy when I go to use them and they don't work. Nothing puts me in a worse mood than when I am driving in my car in the winter and the windows are icing up from the inside. Yesterday, I went to heat up the chocolate for my strawberries and my microwave wouldn't work. It was flashing some code that is non-existent in the troubleshooting part of the manual. I finally got it to work at 9:00 last night. Instantly that put me in a bad mood. Our television is broken downstairs. I have no idea why but now everyone is fighting over the one in my bedroom which is where I watch tv. I don't want to stop watching Real Housewives so that Belle can watch iCarly because Leo and the boys are watching a basketball game. So my tv time is ruined because Belle is sobbing that no one in the family loves her. When I want to take a hot bath, it is infuriating that the hot water only runs for 3 minutes. This pet peeve probably stems from the infertility and the CF because all I have to think about is how my body didn't work the way it was supposed to while we were building our family or what happened when Leo and my genes mixed and it takes awhile to get out of that downward spiral.

Don't you hate it when someone hurts your feeling and you call them out on it and they get mad at you? They are mad at you for being upset with them for hurting your feelings?

The double standard is another thing that can get me going. It can be Leo wanting something and buying it without a thought but when I want something, it is a discussion and most times it is decided I don't really need it (Leo has never made me feel bad for buying something but the mere fact that I feel like I have to ask is what I hate) or someone being mad at me because my kid didn't invite their kid over but it's okay that their kid didn't invite mine. While we are on the subject of that, I think parents should just let the kids work it out. I am lucky that as the kids are getting older, that is becoming the case. I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of grief over the double standard when Leo goes to Vegas in June and I am home with the kids but that isn't fair to discuss until it happens.

Right now, waking Nico, Tommy or Belle up and then 5 minutes later going back to see that they are still sleeping ranks up there with pet peeves. On that subject, finding Nico sleeping in a towel outside the shower is annoying as well.

Leo thinking he can sleep in on the weekends.

40 year old men that play recreational sports and get injured so they can no longer give their daughter a bath at night.

Doing homework on Sunday night at 9:00pm or Monday morning. (Growing up, there was a rule in our house that you had to do homework on Friday before you could do anything. My dad was smart because it got it out of the way but I HATED this rule so on principle alone I don't have this rule but I have to give him credit for making us stick by it and if I would just suck it up, this wouldn't have made this list.)

People that text while you are talking to them (Sharon, next time we are out, I am turning my phone off). I don't care so much if they are talking to you and texting...more power to them if they can do both but doing it while someone is talking to you is the equivalent of walking away while you are talking.

Emails that aren't answered within a day. This is especially true for businesses and teachers. I am on my computer writing my books while Gia naps so I see my emails immediately and if I don't answer them, I'll forget so this pet peeve might be a result of that.

Mumbling. Being a from a big, Italian family, we are loud. If you want to be heard, you have to talk loudly. When people mumble, I want to say loudly, "If you have something to say, say it so we can hear you!" My hearing isn't that great, especially in a loud room, so this might be the reason this bugs me. Unfortunately, Leo is a mumbler so that should make growing old with him a hoot. I'll see his lips move and get mad because I can't hear a darn word he says.

I'm going to stop now because the more I write it and say it in my head, the more I don't like the phrase pet peeve. But again, I ask...what are yours?