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?

Stepping in a puddle that’s not as shallow as it looked and having squelchy socks and shoes until you get home.

Forgetting to make lunch until the last minute when you need to leave for work. Yes I could go out and buy something, but that doesn’t stop my irritation at myself.

Getting a tea pot out and finding manky teabags in it from the last time you used it 4009 years ago.

When you're feeding the cat and there's half a tin left and you give the tin what you think is a bloody good stir so that it'll all tip out into the dish but when you do 'up end' the can only 5 lumps fall out and when you look you've somehow left a massive section at the bottom entirely undisturbed and unscathed.

When you rely on coffee in the morning, have a coffee pot set so it’s ready for when you wake and you realise it’s set on bloody intense setting not timer and have to boil the kettle

Looking forward to dinner (leftover gorgeous homemade Bolognese sauce) all day at work only to find out DH has turned it into a chilli so hot it's inedible (for me, obviously. Not for him, fucking asbestos gob).

Oh, and getting DH to take DS & the dog to the park on a Saturday morning so you can have one hour (in the whole week) properly to yourself, making yourself a fresh cup of tea and a nice breakfast, then seeing your uncle waving at you through the living room window having decided to just pop round. Unannounced. Grrr.

I was going to say bloody hell, Smudge100, you win, but Ttbb, you have joint first place.

Auto correct keeps changing words in to random symbols, signs and curses.Which look absolutely nothing like the original word.

Oh Sprout if only I had a quid for every time in my life I've done the mouldy old teabag in the teapot one...!

Dh starting a sentence with "Do we need to... [insert task of choice]" when he really means "Darling wife, please would you do..."

Driving to get a McDonald's breakfast (I know, I know!) and finding it's just after 10.31 when you get there. Or, worse, getting there at 10.15 but realising you've forgotten your purse and won't be able to get home and back by 10.30.

Making toast and going to get the blackberry jam only to find DH has eaten the last of it and all that's left is strawberry (applies to any sort of food that you have a favourite of)

Hearing the bin lorry departing when you have forgotten to put the bins out

Yes future
YES

Fancying toast for breakfast instead of cereal, getting the last few bread slices out to pop in the toaster.

And they are mouldy.

Putting too much milk in your tea so it looks like Horlicks and is in fact no longer salvageable. And reaching for your cup of tea and discovering that you drank it ages ago and you don't even remember it. And you clearly need another.

Put the kids to bed get a drink and crisps. Take the first bite into a crisp to realise they’re soggy cos there’s a hole in the bottom of the pack and guess what it was the last pack left

Taking a freshly baked cake out the oven, putting on the side to cool, hear toddler doing something suspicious/destructive etc in the living room, in the 30 seconds I've been out the kitchen, German Shepherd has jumped up and demolished the entire cake.

Then has horrendous sh*ts the next day 😑😑😑😑

Above dog has also done this with a homemade fish pie, several pasta bakes and an entire roast chicken🙄😖

going to bed and just when you are about to fall asleep you need a pee...

Having to move DH/DS/DD shoes from in front of the door again to get the bugger open.

DH locking each and every lock in the house yet forgetting to put the keys where they belong aaaargh

Getting charged 1p for a cardboard box squinky holder from Lidl.....only to be told they've run out of squinkys to go in them. 😕

Imagine being so hungry after work that you’d consider eating your own fingers. You think to yourself that you fancy a snack, maybe a few random chicken nuggets that are left in the freezer? There’s only 4, so not enough for an actual meal. Great right?
You put them in the oven, turn it on, return when ready, looking forward to such a treat. And see that your 4 year old had turned the temperature knob right down to zero and you hadn’t noticed because you leave it at 200 and hope for the best whenever you throw something in.
Absolute worst day ever.

The first thing that came to mind happened yesterday. I had one of those long stressful days alone with a baby going through a nap-refusing phase and I hadn't eaten. It got to 2pm, he eventually dropped off so I grabbed the opportunity to make some lunch, and did enough for dinner as well.

All went well until I'd finished making everything, went to add a last sprinkle of salt on top, and the lid came off and the entire contents of the salt cellar emptied over EVERYTHING 😢

Yes and to add to newmummy - when the toddler refuses to nap (and you rely on that 45 mins to get a shower and look/feel remotely human again) and you finally get them to fall asleep, lay them in the cot, walk out to room and you hear someone at the door rattling your letter box. Toddler wakes up and I stink all day with a crabby toddler to amuse

Being woken up by your drunk husband and his even drunker mate crashing around the place. Then his mate wakes up at around noon to sheepishly inform you that he has pissed the new spare bed.

When the cunting dishwasher door won't cunting shut no matter how many you shunt and rearrange the stuff around and break a wine glass in the process and you wish you had room for one bigger than "takes two elves' place settings".

Creating a lovely meal for your kids, only to watch them refuse to eat it, pick at it and or throw it in the floor!

Getting up for a leisurely Saturday breakfast and finding there’s no bread.

Getting up and skidding on a cat vomit slick in the dark.

Finding a button missing on the shirt you’re doing up.

When the final dregs of a Marmite jar, which appeared adequate for one last round of toast, do not in fact go the distance in practice.