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?

My hair aka my double crown - actually it’s a triple crown. It never sits right or if I tie it back bald patches appear because of how it lies against my head. My life would be so much better without!

Laundry drying in winter - there's five of us and it' so easy despite all the fucking things we have to help to get behind - then everyone with smaller families gives you useless tips as well.

Dusting -wet dusting helps but is so easy to set me off having sneezing fits.

Every so often tea/cooking/food though DH does step in al lot and always does Sundays meals and the kids are of an age where if the right stuff is in they can fend for themselve now - but many a time when I've been thankful DH will suggest takeout as I grew up in a household where that wouldn't happen - (down to money and being out in the sticks)

Temporary Traffic Lights
Another vote for getting the washing in (but I like putting it out)
Cleaning toilets - every bastard day

My undiagnosed aspergers. Drastically reduces my potential. I'm sick of it. It's mentally exhausting.

Mumsnetters moaning about babbling toddlers

@quarentini

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

Yup. I remember moving in with 1st boyfriend at 19 (!) and being all excited about 'cooking his dinner'. My Mother rolled her eyes, not at the lack of ambition (I should have been at Uni, not playing 1950's wife role) but the excitement which she told me would soon wear off (she was not the most natural mother). It did. I went to Uni. Now I have two teens with ASD. An exH who never cooked a meal in 20 years of marriage. I've done a lot of thinking of what's for dinner, buying food, then cooking it. I feel like my Mother. Grrr.

Misophonia

Suburbia. It almost hurts and makes me want to weep.

Putting duvet covers back on. Even just thinking about it makes me despair.
@HollyGoLoudly1, have you tried turning the covers inside out (I do this when I taken them off, and wash and dry them this way). When you put them back on, you shove your arms in until you have hand in each of the closed end's corners. Use these to each grab a corner of the duvet. Shake vigorously and the cover will go at least third of the way over the duvet. The rest is easy after that.

Banes of my life? Thoughtless parking that makes it hard to get our car in and out. Parents who don't fill up their DC's water bottles, so small parched children are always begging me at school to fill them for them.

Meal planning and shopping.
Changing the bed linen.
Noisy, annoying adverts.
My anxiety and depression.
When people spell it BBQ. (Ditto 'donuts'.)
Captchas that force me to waste valuable time giving myself a migraine spotting out-of-focus traffic lights just to prove I'm human.
Fake, fair-weather so-called friends who decide to show their true colours just when I most need their support.
'Mrs Brown's Boys'.
Chat windows springing up the minute I load a web page, before I've even had a chance to look at it... ditto webpages that beg for feedback 'before I go' when the homepage hasn't even finished loading yet.
Ditto the constant badgering for feedback after every online transaction.
Early morning showers.
Spammers that think I'll buy from them just because they've put my name in the subject header.
My sleep disorder which means that my body clock basically hates me and won't let me sleep until the early hours most nights, regardless how early I get up in the morning.
And on a related note:
Being a chronic fatigue or possibly fibromyalgia sufferer.
Cellophane.
Being constantly asked to take a 'quick look' at someone's essay/thesis/novel just because I'm a freelance editor, seemingly under the impression it will take me but the blink of an eye to carry out these tasks 'because I'm a professional'.
Spiders.
Keeping on top of the laundry.
The thought of mortality. Mine and that of those I'm close to.
Emptying the dishwasher.

Some huge trees, double the height of houses, literally inches from our garden fence that have a TPO on them. Local council won’t give permission for even modest trimming/pruning. In winds, huge branches have fallen off and damaged our shed and greenhouse.

The constant, grinding tension between my weight and my hunger. There's no point on the continuum at which I'm not as miserable as sin.

Hand eczema. Just cannot get rid of it and it hurts like hell.

A certain LH. Nightmare.

Packed lunches 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Trying to get my daughter to do piano practice.

Am probably cancelling from the autumn term.

See also - going to Explorers, or tennis

she can sit in her room all her life with her phone for all I care

@marriednotdead

Fibromyalgia.

Makes absolutely everything else hard work.

I’m with you there 😞

Ironing. Despise doing it.

The weekly food shop - I hate everything about it. From meal planning, to writing the list and physically going around the supermarket. It's just bloody awful.

Pairing socks
Weeds

Lunchbox tip:
I used to have a large container in the fridge. On Sunday afternoon into individual bags went: frube, fruit, 2 cherry Tom's, wrapped cheese portion or club biscuit x 10.
I made 10 sandwiches:cream cheese, ham, tuna & mayo, cheese and quartered them - each was wrapped with clingfilm and they went into the freezer.

In the morning all I had to do was tip a bag from the fridge into a lunchbox and bung in a ready wrapped frozen sandwich.

Pelvic floor exercises. I have an appalling pelvic floor after a forceps birth and I have to do a proper exercise regime several times a day to keep my symptoms in check. I HATE the sensation, and it’s absolutely tedious that when I have a spare 5 minutes to myself that this is how I have to spend it.

I also hate getting stuff in from the car eg shopping, nursery bags, children.... on that note I hate carrying babies in car seats! So bloody heavy!

@Aprilshowersandhail

The lady who stops and chats(with another woman) for 45 mins on the path outside my house every Saturday and Sunday. Her white fucking yappy ddog never shuts up the entire time. Not sure how anyone can chat with that din.

I have shouted for it to shut up more than once.

Ah, thought you lived around my way, until I saw the dog was white, I thought you were talking about me and my mutts 😬! I don’t intentionally do it, but always get stuck talking to a neighbour, and my dogs are extra protective, one has a vest saying “neighbourhood watch “ because she goes nuts if a strange car is parked up, or if someone’s wheelie bin is out of place, and so one, you get the idea!

No real freedom - unpaid carer
Chronic underachiever and I know I could do so much better than I am but most people overlook and soon to be 40 single mother with no real experience.

2 years ago I developed a nail fungus on both hands. It meant I had to stop having manicures or painting my nails and it took a year for it to clear up completely but it has been gone for over 9 months so I thought it was a thing of the past. I bought a home gel nails system and after just 2 weeks of beautiful gel manicures the fungus is as bad as it ever was. It's so unsightly and I hate the thought that I might never be able to have pretty manicured hands again.

PebblePad, if you use it you’ll know what I mean!