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....

Endless nagging because obviously having their apple chopped up RIGHT NOW is vitally more important than me:

• making their breakfast
• making their packed lunch
• packing the school bags
• eating my own breakfast
• using the toilet

Just eat the sodding apple unchopped, which you're perfectly capable of doing, if you want it that much. And stop bloody nagging, it's your crap I'm sorting out here. And no, I haven't had anything to eat or drink yet and it's looking quite likely I won't have time for anything.

I agree Curioushorse. Aaaarrrggghhh!

EvansOvalPiesYumYum, a bit like that, but ours goes:

What's your favourite colour?
What's your favourite food?
What's your favourite weather?
What's your favourite letter?
What's your favourite number?

I consider myself quite opinionated, but I have no useful favourites on offer and I get called up on it if I say blue today and purple tomorrow.

I do truly believe there is a pressure switch just outside my bathroom door. And the little alarm it triggers in their heads is on enough of a delay to equal the time it takes me to get settled and in mid action.

Every sodding time - "MUUUMM!!" or WWW3 breaks out.

The constant look what I've done in minecraft. "Come and see what I've made on minecraft", "no it always looks the same", "please it's really amazing" "oh ok!", "what do you think it looks like?", "a cube", "no! It's a tree house!", "it's a cube don't shout me again".... "Look what I've made now", "no!"
And the constant need to use me as a chair. Can't even remember the last time I watched tv without a curtain of blonde hair in my way 😌

Writing Christmas cards.

DD can write her own name, so I suggested that she wrote her name in all the cards and I can write the "dear so & so" at the top.
No.
DD has to put them in separate piles and pick one for Poppy (name changed). She writes her name at the bottom.
Tells me it is for Poppy.
I write "dear Poppy" at the top.
DD: are you writing "dear Poppy"?
Me: yes
I write "Poppy" on the envelope
DD: are you writing "Poppy" on the envelope?
Me: yes
29 times.

Had the same thing with the Christmas cards Hilda.

We went through a bad sleep stage some time ago and DD used to wake me up several times a night by patting my arm.
After a while I started feeling stabby anytime my arm was patted by anybody.

The constant questions!

The constant need to either talk or make some sort of noise (humming,singing,tapping)

The uncanny ability to be playing nicely and then start talking/needing something during the part of a series you've been waiting for for months..... And the winner is.... Mommy! I need you

Not being able to just"leave the house"!!The endles fights between the siblings!!Surviving on such a a little sleep for sooo long!Demand of constant attention,oh and the endless joy when they get in their teens!I could go on and on!Such fun having kids!!

My name isn't mummy
It's mummy mummy mummy mummy....

I am not a mum but a dad. I absolutely adore both of my kids, but I totally sympathise with the being stood on by my 8 year old girl and 3 year old boy like ALL the time and also the walking in front of u, expecting u 2 speak the whole time ur having a no 2, no privacy or respect for boundaries @ all :/ My daughter's best mark of ownership or territory was weeing on me when I came 2 help with her pre school. Now she tells this proudly 2 her friends! Lol Not eek :/

Sam is just a jibber jabber er, usually about dinosaurs or Star Wars or Blaze and the monster machines, but Grace is worse The endless humming all day every day, is dreadful. :/ Miss it weirdly when she is not there, but oh my word it is annoying and constantly happening... 😢

Hot breath on my feet. Not sure if it's normal do discover that after kid or if I've lived a sheltered life!

Having items thrust right into my face, I mean millimetres away from my eyes, I can't stand it!

Touching my arm for attention rather han saying my name. Grrrrr!

Hair. I didn't realise hair would play such a big part in my life before having 2 long haired DDs. Now it's bloody everywhere - clogging up the plug holes, matted into the rugs, tangled in MY hairbrush.

At the moment there are two things bugging me:

1 everything has to be about poo, wee or bums. "Yes mummy bummy", "one, poo, wee" ad nauseam.

2 one-word answers which appear to the speaker to be full instructions. "Porridge" apparently means "please can I have lukewarm porridge with honey, blueberries and the spoon I told you was my favourite yesterday." Of course, they are able to say this all in a reproachful voice when the porridge is not what they were expecting

Never mind what's your favourite colour. We get:

"What's your favorite super-hero that I've made up? And what is your next favourite? And then after that?" I can usually fob him off after I've named 5.

DS carries around in his head an entire army of super heroes that he has made up, often with detailed backstories and characteristics. The list grows daily. In fact the other question that has worn thin is:

"Would you like to know who is today's new super hero?"

He can speak on the subject for easily 45 minutes with me just muttering listening noises every now and then e.g. "Six arms, wow!"

My grown and flown DDs still have long thick hairMarie DH has to untangle the hoover every time either has been for a visit.And I find they have forgotten a hairbrush so I have to de- hair mine ...

Gloves