Stupidest thing you've lost your shit over? Mine is spoons.

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Just now gone to get breakfast (I know it's quarter past 2, I was busy) and the ice cream sundae spoons and the serving spoons are in the same section of the cutlery tray as the table spoons. I had a mini tantrum to myself because this happens every. single. bloody. time. I put the spoons away properly - teaspoons in one section, tablespoons in one section, ice cream spoons in one section, serving spoons in ... you get the picture.
Yet whenever anyone else unloads the dishwasher, what do I later open the kitchen drawer to see?
Huge pile of assorted spoons in the tablespoon section.
If you can out trivial-shit me, I'll be surprised.

To save you all some time :D :D
Is this all I have to worry about?
No. I'm also deeply concerned about the beans being in the peas row of my tin cupboard and the loo roll getting hung 'over' instead of the right way, which is under.

Why don't I just do it myself if it bothers me so much?
Fuck off. :D there are 4 adults in this house and 3 of them are doing shit WRONG and I'm not rewarding them by turning into the housework fairy.

I also get irked and internally rant at my in laws present buying habits. They literally buy Dh the only food he does not like. He is not a fussy man but there are a few things he does not like and never eats. They always bring those items with them as gifts. Just painfully exposes how little they know him (or listen to him).

Same with kids. I sent them carefully thought out lists that teens really wanted most reasonably priced items. I said stay on list or give them money or don’t feel you need to bother so as not to be grabby.

They ignored all that and got them expensive vouchers for a shop that sells items neither of them want. Such a waste.

When I left home and my parents visited my house for the first time my dad waked through the door, dropped his coat on the floor, kicked one shoe off by the door and the other down the hall and turned all the downstairs lights on.

I'd never seen him look so happy :D He had clearly been waiting 20 years for that moment.

Some of my adult sons live with me, if I listed all irritations you would all scroll past as too long to read🤦‍♀️
One always leaves his empty soft drinks can on the table where he's poured it, the recycling tub is two steps farther away🤷‍♀️
I have my own bathroom🙏on the rare occasions I go into their's, usually on rubbish day, I invariably find 3-4 empty toilet rolls, empty mouthwash bottles, dead toothpaste but new ones open ect, ect......you get the picture!
Won't even start on the walking past things which obviously need taking upstairs........🤬

Many years ago and it was about vegetables. ExH had the palate of a three year old and also never lifted a hand to cook. I was chopping veg to go into a beef casserole and dumplings. He started whining about the variety and quantity of veg (esp the texture of onions) and I lost it resulting in a swede being hurled across the kitchen. Not proud.

DH who is absolutely great in pulling his weight and turning his hand to most jobs is currently having a quiet seventh heaven moment. I recently had surgery and am pretty immobile in terms of bending and lifting. I swear he's enjoying leaving the tea towel in another place, a dirty cup in the sink etc while there is absolutely nothing I can do about it 😂

I know people talk of the desolation of empty nest syndrome and I kind of get that but part of me will be quite glad when none of the above irritations are in our lives on a daily basis…

Oh. Spoons.

Ds2 had a picnic with some friends (in December, as you do). Friend is bringing cake and asks ds2 to bring spoons (why?). Ds2 grabs the nice spoons that match with the rest of the cutlery, rather than using the old ones from the futility room that are kept for camping and suchlike. Then he forgets to bring them home, which is ok because one of his friends picks them up. Except that the picnic is a farewell party because that friend is leaving the country. With my spoons, it turns out.

So now my spoons are Abroad. I was Not Happy.

Friend posted the spoons back to ds2. I feel bad about putting them to the effort of that when they've just moved country and all, but still. Spoons are back in the drawer.

This is absolutely mental. Every part of it. Who asks for someone not to flush the toilet because you want to do a wee? And the rest ... dear God.

teaspoons in one section, tablespoons in one section, ice cream spoons in one section, serving spoons in ... you get the picture.

Table spoons are serving spoons. Where are your dessert and soup spoons?

Tassels on rugs. When I was little I used to hate rugs with tassels. The tassels had to be straight, not all knotty and tangled up.
Whenever I’d piss my little brother off, he’d go into my room and mess up all of the tassels. I would lose my shit.

Oh God yes, I empathise.

The leaving stuff around - in my case in the hall - drives me utterly crazy. And I show it.

I have actually clenched in the car before opening the front door, preparing myself for the assorted shoes scattered across the floor, the water bottles on the hall table, kit bags, footballs, hurls (we are in Ireland).

I am like a virago.

it takes minutes for them to put their stuff where it should go - the press for all the sports kit is about 5 steps away.

Seriously, I get so depressed walking in the door to stuff everywhere in the hall - I think I could cope if they sorted the hall out even if elsewhere was messy.

I now designate one child each day to clearing and tidying the hall before I come home. The day the designated child does it properly, they are my Favourite Child and I think how much I love them (it's rare)

Don't ignore the stuff on the stairs! Take it up😂 #mum #comedy #funnyvideo #mumlife #mom #comedian - YouTube

Ice cream. The kids once ate all the ice cream (that I think they’d bought to celebrate the end of the school year). I screamed and shouted and then cried for two days.

I was on HRT by then of the week 🤣

DH insists on a post mortem when somethings not right. “Who left the toilet door open so the dog pissed in it”? “Who didn’t flush the loo”? You get the picture. It drives me mad and I tried explaining calmly that it was unnecessary and a pain in the arse. It continued, and I simmered. I told the kids to blame me for everything and then I fucking list it, no warning, it just slipped out

WHO FUCKING CARES WE DONT NEED A FUCKING POST MORTEM GOR EVERYTHING

So loud, it hurt my throat

he stopped now 🤣

My spoons.

Dh took my stapler to cubs, used or lost all the remaining staples, and didn't put the stapler back. I went apoplectic.

I absolutely love that from your dad, but... it reminds me of another of my completely irrational irritations - I CAN'T complain to my mum about my dcs unreasonable behaviour without her getting a smirk on her face and reminding me of my own unreasonable behaviour at their age😤

None of those pictures are a soup spoon! 😆

KBNIAN 3 Pcs Square Soup Spoon Thicken Stainless Steel Soup Spoons Flat Square Spoon Table Spoons Dinner Serving Soup Scoop Large & Deep Soup Server Spoon for Cream Soup Consomme Chowder - Silver : Amazon.co.uk: Home & Kitchen

The square ones are my soup spoons. They're fab for it. Really deep and nothing dribbles. Replaced the round type with them a couple of years back.

Hmm ok, it doesn't look like you'd get it in your mouth though, do you have to side slurp?

Medicine spoon, coffee spoon, teaspoon, fruit spoon, dessert spoon, tablespoon.

I am deficient in the soup spoon department.

Edited - my parents used soup spoons, as well as fish knives and forks, but they didn’t reach me when the house was cleared. ‘Call the Midwife’ reminded me about fish knives last night.

I do not slurp. Big shocked gasp and outraged pearl clutching.

I tilt it a little, like a lady should. :D

Ok. I admit it, I have my soup in a big mug and drink it like a cross between a builder drinking tea and a toddler decorating their bib and the soup spoons are mostly used for eating peas.

But that's not the point.

They have their own section and the section and therefore the sanctity of the kitchen organisation rules are not being appropriately revered.

Your "fruit spoon" would pass as an acceptable soup spoon.

Also, who the fuck has a fruit spoon? 🤣

Whenever I come into the kitchen, I have to move the dirty bowls, plates, cups and glasses from the sink/counter to the dishwasher. Every. Single. Time.

DH will bring his stuff into the kitchen. He will load the dishwasher. He will not, and cannot, do these two things within the same five minute period.

If I was not here, the dishwasher would be loaded as a specific task, once or twice a day and in between, the sink and counters would look like a disaster zone.

On the plus side, this is better than during covid when I LOST MY SHIT and he said, I kid you not, "that's not my stuff - it's yours." Bear in mind that the time he was furloughed and homeschooling DC and sorting the kids generally in the mornings (they all slept in) and I was working full time. On that occasion, I looked at the pile of dirty plates covered in scrambled egg (I do not eat scrambled egg) and said, "Really? Those are all MY scrambled egg plates?". And then, honestly, you couldn't make this up he said, "It must have been DD"... DD was 4, could barely reach the counter and the plates were all neatly stacked and pushed to the back of the counter against the back wall.

On the plus side, after that, magically, for the rest of Covid my lunch time cup of tea/sandwich making no longer started with me loading up the dishwasher post their breakfast....

In a similar vein, off our kitchen is a small room that's sort of half family storage space, half DH workspace. And yet, I cannot begin any meal preparation without first clearing the kitchen counter of DH's keys/hat/glasses/wallet/random SHIT.

Cupboards. Why can't people close them?

Well me as soon as I log on to amazon. I didn't realise I was missing a spoon type. I'm very disturbed by this.