Name one thing that's the bane of your life

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Can be lighthearted or heavy.

Mine is doing the packed lunches. Fucking hate it, especially those stupid Sistema lunchboxes with the compartments that nothing fits in not my best ever purchase

You?

I knew DH was the one when he put on a duvet cover in 30 seconds 😂
He just get one corner put that in the duvet then the other corner then grabs both ends and shake it
And it’s done

I still can’t do it 😂 but I knew I had to marry him when I watched him do it

DH's football and constant associated injuries.

The manager of the nursery my son attends harassing me to apply for DLA every week. Yes Susan, I will apply - in my own time but no, I won't be spending it on extra days at nursery if he is awarded.

For bed sheets that slide off the bed at night you need to buy 40 cm ( deep fitted ) bed sheets
Standard ones will just slip off
Another trick my DH knew 😂

The fucking non-bendy cable on the fucking dyson.
DH can't wait for the fucker to break so he can chuck it in a skip.

The neighbors fucking trees that hang over our fence and constantly drop their shit everywhere. We didn’t plant them, we don’t want them . This is how I know I’m a grownup because it really really annoys me 🤣🤣🤣.

Our ndn when she phones her native country from her back garden for hours..
On loudspeaker...

Frozen shoulder which persisted for nearly three years and which I am afraid may come back. I couldn’t lift my arm up or to the side at all in that time. It was impossible to do many things such as opening the car boot, picking up shopping bags even cleaning my teeth or washing my hair. I couldn’t turn on taps or open doors with my right arm I don’t know how I managed to cook and it was a struggle to lift food in and out of the oven

@AdaFuckingShelby and @OlivesTree

The answer is installing LastPass on your phone and laptop (and tablet)

@burritofan

Loading and unloading the fucking dishwasher. If money were no object, it wouldn’t make me fat, and the environment were no concern, I’d just takeaway and paper plate everything, sick to death of the relentless clean-dirty-clean-put-away whole bollocking thing.

This.

I actually don’t have a dishwasher now after years of people using every glass , mug and plate once rather than giving them a rinse. But no, loads of barely used water glasses have to do 2 hours in a hot wash every day.

Living in a house with men who won’t do a fucking thing unless asked repeatedly whereupon they accuse me of nagging and we have a screaming row. Or they passive-aggressively ostentatiously do half the task I’ve been asking them to do.
Living with men who will step over a pile of crap for weeks rather than deal with it.

My husband
Having to do all the cleaning, whilst he is on furlough, despite me working full time
Being the one who has to think of and remember everything for a family of 5
No-one else ever tidying up but expecting me to know where they left their own stuff.
Thinking of meals for every day

WhatsApp groups for school and work. Send my blood pressure through the roof.

Amazon (and other companies) and their massively oversized boxes. They scored extra pain-in-the-arse points over lockdown when the tip was shut (and we were shielding anyway) so we’d have them cluttering up the place until it was recycling week.

Call centres staffed with useless jobsworths.

Passwords

@quarentini

Decided what's for tea every fucking day.., it relentless. Hate it with a passion

Amen

Rabbits. Evil destructive little bastards. Seriously thinking about buying a gun.

My knees: constant source of pain and discomfort. Fucked off with them and I’m only 46.

Long vision. I detest having to put my glasses on and them off about fifty times a day. What good is it to be able to read a number plate from half a mile away but not to be able to focus on your dinner?

Insomnia.

Passwords.

Printers.

Summer:
The expectations, the heat, the sweat, the bug bites, the unforgiving light and clothes, the discomfort, the swollen feet, the listless kids, everyone else having time off work, everyone else having time, energy and money to do fun stuff, the fucking barbecuing, me having to project manage everything, looking and feeling SHIT.

@duvets

Doing everyone's thinking for them because I'm the organized one

Yes!! Oh my god, yes!

My digestive system can get to fuck, too.

And periods. I’m 47 next week. Far too old for all that palaver.

ironing

Fortnite and smartphones

Dog owners