Minor irritants that are actually awful.

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Going to bed to discover you stripped the sheets earlier and failed to remake the bed.

Running a fabulous bubble bath and realising it’s run cold.

Waking up feeling crappy and remembering you oven-prided the oven yesterday in a fit of domesticated goddessing and you have to deal with it today.

Spilling your only glass of wine.

Making toast and then realising someone’s used the last of the butter and put it back in the fridge.

Day ruiners, all of these.

AIBU?

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My five year old does that every bloody night!!!....just to black that light at the end of your tunnel. He still sleeps in my room as won't sleep in his own (fair enough as most kids we know share with siblings and he doesn't have any to annoy) so I can't even shut him out...

auld heathen can you run a bath of hot water from your shower? you could boil kettle a couple of times as it's running to get it lobster hot

When you put on a lovely new top and the toddler immediately grabs you with porridgey hands.

When you get dressed to have a have a rare evening out and the toddler spits toothpaste all down you right before you need to leave.

When you scrub and zoflora all the downstairs floors taking at least an hour and the toddler then flings their entire bowl of Soup across the room in a fit of rage because they wanted cheese for dinner.

Discovering that DH has put the empty peanut butter/pickle /jam/honey jar back in the cupboard after DS has declared that this is what he wants for lunch, resulting in child having tantrum.

A lady in Tesco dropping a bottle of detergent on the floor and it splashing up the back of my (new, lovely, dry clean only, pure wool) coat. If she'd said sorry I'd have felt better, but I spent the rest of the shop on the edge of tears (I'm a baby, I know). Worse of all I kept bumping into her in other parts of the shop (as you do) and she even gave me a cheery smile as we were packing our cars (I don't think she had even noticed what had happened). I was desperate to say something, but held my tongue/bit my lip as she was juggling a new baby and very young toddler and I remember all too clearly what that's like. I'm actually proud of my restraint now, and, my coat is absolutely fine (karmic reward maybe?).

Really enjoyed reading this thread and gone YES!!!! MEE!!! To at least 80% of the quotes

My worst one is when I finally get a proper lie in (every other Sunday) and imagine myself blissfully sleeping until 11 or something indulgent like that, only to wake up at 8am with a migraine-from-hell and then spend a frustrating hour trying to get comfy/back to sleep even though it’s impossible... 😑

YY to pegging out a massive load of laundry, only to feel rain start and having to rush to drag it all back in and re-hang on indoor driers 🙄

Oooh I have one! We can only park on the one side of our narrow road and taking into account driveways it limits parking.... the neighbour opposite with his own 3/4 car drive and one large car parked there and his fucking inconsiderate son parking his two huge vans and car on the road rather than dad's drive WHEN HE DOESNT EVEN FRICKING LIVE THERE as his parking is limited!!! then tootles off home in another bloody car!!!

Trying to open a sleeve of Weetabix after you've just tidied the kitchen.....

Looking for a pan or utensil, discovering it's in the dishwasher, which hasn't been turned on because DH thought there might be space to squeeze in one more teaspoon or something.

Going for a wee (and a Facebook faff) only to hear the pitter patter of feet on the stairs as soon as the door is shut.

DH opening milk when there's some already open.
DH turning the heating down and me not realising, so the DC have damp uniforms in the morning.
DM ringing just as I sit down to smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, and I'm so hungry I could eat my own arm. I've started ignoring it now.

Tbf I could fill a whole thread with the minor irritants dh does around the house!

"Trying to open a sleeve of Weetabix after you've just tidied the kitchen....."

Ah, now that's what those plastic cereal containers are for. I love them and have a row on top of a cupboard. Open closed pack of supermarket own brand I can't believe it's not Weetabix inside container = no mess. (I am not Anthea Turner, I swear.)

"YY to pegging out a massive load of laundry, only to feel rain start and having to rush to drag it all back in and re-hang on indoor driers"

That truly is a soul-destroying, sink to ones knees and smite ones breast howling "CURSE THEE, GOD FOR MAKING THIS RAIN!!! " moment.

This morning I've knocked over a fig-scented oil diffuser in my office.

It was only a week old, and has soaked through about 25 quid's worth of office supplies, and ruined the selection of print samples I keep of my favourite client work.

It also went on the carpet, a chair and my official office blanket, so for the next month everything is going to reek of figs. I think I'm most upset that I've never going to be able to enjoy this scent again :(

Looking for a pan or utensil, discovering it's in the dishwasher, which hasn't been turned on because DH thought there might be space to squeeze in one more teaspoon or something.

^^ THAT dh says crud like there is loads of room there really isn't as you mutter away handwashing the potato masher

Feeling all virtuous for having cycled into work —10k uphill— only to realise that you forgot to pack a bra, your sports bra is soaked in sweat —from said 10k uphill— and you only have a tenner with you.

Cycling all the way back home at lunchtime to get a bra, having forgotten to press the record button on Strava.

Driving back to the office, fully clothed. Getting to your desk, looking at your docking station in puzzlement and then realising that you put your laptop in your cycling rucksack, which is at home

Getting home, crafting a devastating PA reply to a snotty email from financial muppet, sending it with great satisfaction, only to then check your CC folder and see that your boss told you 5 minutes ago not to reply.

Pre-heating the oven, only to get to the stage of actually putting in the food and realising that you actually turned the knob for the grill and the oven is still stone-cold.

Putting the DC to bed, looking forward to sitting down with a new book and a Haagen Dazs, only to get to the freezer and realise that you already ate it.

Giving up on the day, going upstairs to brush your teeth to find that DD has left the toothpaste cap off again and it’s gone hard around the hole.

Getting to bed, to find it stripped.

Making the bed, sinking thankfully into its warm softness, closing your eyes... then DD starts crying.

Worst day ever.

Finally being ready to leave for the park with: full picnic; wellies; scooters; nappies; nappy bags; wipes; water; coats; pushchair; cosytoes; picnic rug; purse; spare clothes; dc who have been to the toilet/got a clean nappy on/are wearing coats and shoes/are willing to leave the house and are on board with the whole picnic idea;gone back in 4x for stuff-you-forgot;had a wee yourself...

...and it starts to rain.

Getting in a hit bath with my wine and book

Then BOTH DC decide to have their mega evening turds 💩

THomas that's so funny ! It's Friday 13th today innit

Having nice bear cuddle in bed with other half after having cough relations...only to discover that you've been carefully manoeuvred onto the wet patch

Having nice cuddle on sofa with baby after finally getting them off to sleep. Gazing at their angel face and feeling perfectly comfortable but then realising the thermostat needs turning up or down

Reading the kindle app on my phone,falling asleep and phone smacking me in the face when I drop it. Daily occurrence.

Getting up for a delivery and staying in for said delivery. Could arrive between 7 am and 5pm. Always comes about 4.

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