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?

Intermittentparps how often do you type the word coconut and why?

Putting clothes away

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

Students who email me work and don't put their name on it. It's not like I can guess by the handwriting! Don't make me do your organisation!!

@quarentini

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

I've said it once before on here and I'll say it again. Parenthood would be much more tolerable if we didn't have to feed the buggers!

Deciding what to have for tea. Every. Fucking. Night. I appreciate that we even have choices but if I didn't have children I'd eat cereal every day. Less fuss, less dishes.

Feeding constantly hungry DS6 (typed as he pesters me for yet more food).

He is a bean. Where DOES it all go?

Cross post @quarentini its so bloody tedious isn't it?

Changing a super king bed. I hate it. It makes me want to get a tiny bed like in a ship’s cabin.

My 5yo’s pissing aim.

@AdaFuckingShelby

Usernames and passwords. Bastard things.

YES!!!

@RunHobbitRun

Lighthearted: Cooking of any description. I need to be wealthy enough for a private chef.

Serious: that my parent has MND. It's breaking me

that must be beyond hard.

My broken arm. Hard work as a lone parent!

Yes, fitted sheets! Why are they always just that bit too small? And the next size up far too baggy?

@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 really made me laugh and it's absolutely true. I loathe doing the dishwasher, I don't care that its easier than hand washing and I should be grateful to have a dishwasher in the first place (as my mother reminds me) - it's a ballache having to empty it, refill it, empty it, refill it, empty it, refill it - it's never ending!!!

Also:

Putting fuel in the car. I HATE it. It literally takes 5 minutes to stand and put fuel in and pay for it at the pump but it feels like a massive chore. I get really pissed off when I know I have to spend just 5 minutes of my life fuelling the car.

And finally - the cats litter tray and cat food. Stupidly bought into the idea that cats are so easy and low maintenance - they are NOT. I have two and I absolutely adore them but their poo STINKS, they get litter all over the carpet, and they eat so much that I must spend easily £30 a week on litter and cat food for them, if not more. I feel bad saying it because they are lovely but they are the ultimate banes of my life. Always hungry, always shitting. It never ends with them!

@Scarby9

Putting the fitted sheet on the mattress. The mattress is too heavy and the sheet is too small.

You can get extra deep ones that fit! These have revolutionised my life!

Parked cars dumped all over my street

Each house has parking for 2 cars, seems every second house has 3 cars, generally including at least one fugly SUV, or a work van

Cooking. I actually love cooking but each family has a bloody fussy/health issue that I need to cater for. Hate it.

The cupboard under the stairs. Always whack my head, it’s pitch black, not big enough, can’t find anything. I hate it.

Cling film. Doesn’t cling to what I want it to cling to but clings like buggery to itself and tears in stupid ways. I’m sticking to Tupperware and foil!

Food shopping and meal planning. Try and be creative and end up cooking the same bastard six things as no one ever likes anything new.

Laundry. Endless fucking laundry. Actually I'm quite good at doing the laundry and hanging it up or drying it. It's the putting it away I hate.

Unpacking, packing the dishwasher. Endless unpacking, packing the dishwasher.

Buying kids' shoes because kids' feet grow at the speed of light.

Socks!

The four year olds bedtime. Takes fucking ages of up and down the stairs, threats to take favourite toys away and threats to phone people she's scared of being told off by! It's exhausting

Hoovering.....

Litter. There are plenty of household chores I don't enjoy, but the rubbish spoiling almost every area of the UK really depresses and infuriates me.

My gallbladder.