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....

What Greenpotato said! Sometimes it goes on several times even if I answer.

Hearing MUUUUMMM as soon as I leave the room particularly if I go upstairs or to the loo. With no difference in volume between 'help me I'm trapped under a heavy object' and 'I want to tell you something really trivial'

the word "ow" being extended to have four syllables, and uttered at a volume designed to attract adult attention, when a sibling has accidentally brushed a part of their body on yours

Re. Cheerios. Ds1 and ds2 were 4 and 2 when they went to stay with childless friends of ours, whilst I was in labour with ds3. They were there over night, and the next morning, our friends established them at the table in the front room, watching TV with cheerios for breakfast, and, foolishly, both went off to get dressed.

They could hear laughter from the front room, and thought this meant the boys were happy - which they were. They were having a lovely time flicking cheerios all round the room. When our friends moved out of that house, some two years later, they found some overlooked, fossilised cheerios behind the speakers on the top shelf of the book case!

Strangely, our dses did not put them off having children (as well as the cheerio incident, ds1 gave one of them chickenpox, as a thank-you for having him to stay)!

Mine are now 18, 20 and 22, but I can still remember how rage-inducing it was to have no personal space whatsoever. By the end of the day, all I wanted was to be left alone, untouched by human hand, for as long as possible!

Being HINDERED at every turn.

I think the Cheerios thing is something they will never grow out of, I hate to tell you! Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

DP is 55, he is the only person in the family who eats them, and I find them ALL OVER THE BLOODY HOUSE ALL THE BLOODY TIME.

My DC are grown up now, but I used to find this annoying:

DD: Mum.
Me: Yes?
DD: You know Lucy?
Me: Yes
DD: You know Lucy in my class?
Me: Yes
DD: You know, Lucy that I play with, the one with blonde hair?
Me: YES!!!!! I know who you mean

And on .. and on ... and on ...

at SDTG

Repetition - a million times this!
DS1 was bad enough but DS2 takes the biscuit - he just WILL NOT STOP until I a) acknowledge what he's said and b) DO whatever it is he's asking.

I lost it with him today, I just couldn't handle it any more

Being asked to marvel at the existence of yet another snail... or worse still handed a slug.

Being touched omg yes I'm sat on climbed on, tugged, pulled, poked and hit all bloody day.
Things being thrust into my face so far I've had a large toy car, the bouncy chair, the remote and a pop up tent repeatedly pushed into my face. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THEM!
I'm losing the will to live. I'd love to just run away for a week.

Oh god the touching. Ds thinks I love being prodded in any accessible soft bit of my body at any time.

DH and the dc ALL do the blocking thing. Drives me mad.

Yes! To blocking, (argh!) bloody weetabix, touching, being used as furniture, and never getting to go to the loo in peace. Also not getting to pee when I really really need to because the lightest sleeping clingiest toddler ever is asleep on me and waking her by moving will just result in dealing with too-tired-to-be-reasonable child for rest of day. Feeling glad that I don't buy Cheerios though. I remember Cheerios. They are like pine needles after having a real Christmas tree. Which reminds me- making mess for the sake of making mess, whilst proudly announcing 'Look! I'm making a big mess!'. Really fucking annoying.

DS constantly asked how things worked.

In the car on a rainy day: "Mummy - how do windscreen wipers work?"
In the kitchen: "Mummy - how does the washing machine/dishwasher work?"
In the sitting room: "Mummy - how does the television actually work?"

And on ... and on ... and on...

I have to admit I used to run out of answers and sometimes answer with "I'm really not sure - you've have to ask Daddy" (He has a lot more patience than me)!!

Having said that, DS is now 20 and works with DP. DP comes home each evening saying his ears are ragged with all the incessant questions and inane chatter.

Being asked by DS, 10, to type the bloody iPad password in at least 10 times a day so he can get a new game. To be fair the games are free (he knows better than to ask for paid games) but I still won't give him the password as I've heard too many horror stories about hundreds of pounds worth of bills being racked up by kids.

Also, being asked the same question over and over even when I've agreed to something:

"Mum, can you help me with my homework?"

"Yes, as soon as I've finished writing this email/getting tea on/having a wee"

2 seconds later

"Muumm?"
"Yes"
"Will you help me with my homework?"
"Aaagh"
Repeat x 100

Oh gawd, this thread is terrifying!

Yes, Mermaid. Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid!!

DS is 22 weeks so I feel bad for saying I find certain things annoying but, he seems to wake up as soon as I do my lunch and starts screaming. The dog lays with us on the sofa whilst ds is asleep on my lap. I was looking at the laptop and within two minutes ds was trying to grab the dogs eyeball.Poor dog doesn't lay with us anymore. Ds has also decided he will scream several times a night because he throws his dummy out of the cot.

Bless him! Not his fault.

The touch thing drives me nuts, I used to be very tactile pre-children and encouraged lots of cuddles when they were little but they just won't leave me alone,lol.

I also have an 11 year old who has always said mum/mummy in a tone that suggests the house is on fire, a terrible accident has occurred or some other emergency has happened, sets my teeth on edge.

DH is much worse for being where I want to walk than either DC! I didn't know how annoying that was till I got married...

I didn't know how annoying other adults trying to persuade a child to do something were. They think the right way to try and persuade a child to do something is to say "come on it's lovely, look X has got their coat on, come on put your coat on".

IT ISN'T. The right way to persuade my DC to put their coat on is to put it on the floor in the correct orientation and then completely ignore them and get on with something else and pretend to start to leave the room.

I didn't know how annoying it was having someone tell you to "put the clicker on" in the car. I have to admit I snapped and shouted at DC1 NOT to ever ask me again to put the clickers on because it wasn't safe to do it when we didn't need it. Astonishingly it worked.

I actually like the touching but DC1 is not very touchy feely. DC2 wrapped every single limb round me when I got back from a Guider training day having left them with DH, I found that quite sweet but it's obvious DC2 (18 mo) is more clingy than DC1 so I may live to regret saying that.

That thing that 2 yo do when they automatically say no when they mean yes and then get pissed off with you when you assume they mean no when they say no.

I thought it was just mine who did that! We also get a teenage style grunt to some questions and I'm not sure which is worse.

THANK THE LORD for this thread. Last week, when DS1 would not stop putting his feet on me during a film (despite being asked 10 times not to do it and despite knowing I can't stand it), I had to go off to the bathroom to scream to myself. I felt very bad indeed. Now I don't.

Constant fidgeting, taking forever do anything

Yes, and why do they always have to walk right in front of you so you trip over them?

The way their rooms are always covered in inexplicable, unidentifiable tiny scraps of paper.

Wee on the bathroom floor.

Complaints about meals served.

150 socks around the house at all times. Scratch that. 151.