things I didn't know I found annoying until I had children.

[BusyCee]

repetition
loud noises
things being spilled on the floor
being touched

To be fair all the above happened far less frequently before I had children. Repetition is a particular annoyance - not just me saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, but chanting, singing the same line of a song repeatedly, taunting etc.

Love them, but dear God for just 24hrs of peace....

Oh I have developed a secret admiration for spongebob. It's an acquired taste I'll admit.

I love squidward spongebob now, the first few weeks were awful though.

Hi all - we're going to pop this over to Classics

The first few times I watched it I was totally confused. Where are we? Pineapple? Under the sea? Is he actually a sponge? With trousers? Why is there a squirrel there? Is this what passes for entertainment these days?

Now we all just lie on the sofa gurgling with laughter.

Re Spongebob. My mother likes Patrick and wants a Patrick T-shirt for Christmas. She is 80 ffs!

Surely someone must have mentioned compulsory fucking recorder lessons at school?

When dd 2 was 4 she got a book called 10 busy bees with Winnie the pooh. I read it every single night for 2 fucking years. She had loads of other books but no, the busy bees came out every night. Some nights I had to read it twice.

I hate that book now.

Agree with a PP about Thomas the Tank Engine books, they were my most dreaded to have to read.

We had one that also made a train noise and some annoying moralistic remarks when you pressed a button. That met with an untimely fall down the back of a cupboard where it remains to this day

We read the Thomas stories over and over for about 2 years. Really annoying. How about the female coaches, Agnes Beatrice Jemima etc. who would get all giggly around the male engines. "He's nice but he's cocky, troc troc..." Glad DS2 is showing little interest.

The Gruffalo is lovely, at least the first 349 times. Years on, I can still recite it.

Cushions. Cushions didn't used to be annoying, cushions used to add comfort.

Now cushions;

• are a trip hazard
• are never on the sofa (except when you want them to be)
• are stepping fucking stones
• get argued over
• provide soft landings for DC who've been told to not climb on/fall off the furniture
• get stacked in great bollocking dangerous piles on top of the sofa and climbed on
• are used us shields 'let's be Knights, mummy'
• are missiles
• need all 3000 to be picked up before I can even sit down.

On the other hand, I use them to create huge barrier between me and fidgeting/pointy elbows/stampy feet.

Can I extend being handed rubbish to being handed bloody everything? Primary School aged DC seem to emerge from school/party/activity with assorted stuff and somehow 30 seconds later I am carrying it all. Same with excess clothing when we go out - I can go out with an empty bag, and half an hour into a day's outing it is full of everyone's discarded jumpers/coats/hats/gloves/shoes/socks.

OTOH by the age of 12 10, such was DS's embarrassment at being seen with a parent that he would stagger in/out of school with more stuff than he could possibly carry rather than allow me to come in

Gruffalo was ok until someone got us the Julia Donaldson audio cds for a long car journey. I felt like gouging my eyes out by the end. Imelda Staunton is just awful in them.

Demanding to do something themselves and then NOT DOING IT. Washing hands, putting shoes on, etc. If I try to help I get a shriek of "I wanted to do it!!" Well go the fuck on then.

Remembering the least significant part of any supposedly exciting activity. Best bit of the holiday was the ferry, most memorable bit of the day filled with crafts was bathtime, most exciting thing at Peppa Pig World was the loos with child seats (actually tbf they are amazing).

Denying that a poo/wee is needed when it is very very clear that it is.

Having a tantrum about doing the poo/wee when it is insisted upon.

Becoming instantly proud of self when poo/wee is produced, as though above protests and being forced to the loo at gunpoint had never happened.

hello but don't you think Alexander Armstrong does a fantastic What The Ladybird Heard? His hen-doing-a-sheep-impression is fab, and the police car's 'Nee-nar' is brilliantly officious.

no I'm not overthinking this it's fine

3point, Ds does this with cushions too, it gives me the rage! I can walk into the room and they're all stacked up on top of each other, similar to the chair stacking in feckin' Poltergeist!

(Is it very un-mumsnetty to be quietly pleased my random vented frustration has been moved to Classics?)

Not at all. Be proud!

I am adding another two:

Not wanting to get into the bath
Then not wanting to get out

I have taken to going into the bathroom and shutting the door for the former and turning off the light and walking out for the latter. Works a treat.

Bags. I hate bags that kids have access to. From 2 to 8 years they pack fucking bags.

Examples:

3 marbles, 10 jigsaw pieces from 4 different jigsaws, a fork, a few Lego bricks, a banana, a towel and 1 of my socks
A couple of scarves used as wrappers hiding a cup, the tv remote, some bricks, an apple, some hairclips and an old phone

Why do they do this? Or is it only my kids who do this? They cannot answer that. I want to use a certain handbag and find it packed with random shit.

Dolls hair.
Really really annoying.

reni mine do that! I spend my whole fucking life unpacking and putting away the contents of small backpacks and handbags. And they have no problem packing away something incredibly precious, like a toy which must be present at bedtime, which then has to be located without too much swearing!

Yes, the sleep bear is often snuggled up in there with the remote! Glad mine are not the only ones.

Bath - oh yes. BUt luckily we have one with a very gurgly drain, so getting him out is easy, I just pull the plug and then he's in a hurry to get out before the gurgling starts

I have just had to insist that taking turns doesn't apply in some situations. I don't care if you went in the bathroom first yesterday, you take a billionty years to have a 5 minute shower - you're going first!

For me the worst are a) the weird meandering across the pavement when you are walking together, eg this is your side of the pavement, this is mine and b) Stupidly I think how cute is it that DD aged 10 still wants to hold my hand. No she doesn't she just thinks I will help propel her up the hill.