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

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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....

DH would like to add toys that sing, beep, make car noises, wail, shriek etc, and to that I would add the relatives who buy loud toys, despite being begged politely asked not to, and who then huff like children when they find I have removed the batteries.

Being used as a climbing frame/trampoline- I'm covered in little feet and elbow sized bruises. I'm usually quite good at seeing them coming but sometimes DS manages to trick me.

The fidgeting. DD sits next to me, then fidgets. So I move her a few inches down sofa and she'll spend next few minutes fidgeting her way back up. I used to do unnecessary chores just to not be sat beside.

YY to PP who wouldn't let husband touch. I was the same. For the love of God, just let no one be touching/stroking/prodding/pulling me for 5 minutes.

'Ow' lasting for 97 loud syllables is infuriating, as is then guessing where you're going and wandering there slowly ahead of you.

'Forgetting' how to put socks on. And then crying about it.

And DH coming from home and raising the 'you're quite shouty' eyebrow at me. Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

The touching.

Fidgeting.

Waffling on and on about crap. Taking an hour to get to the bloody point.

Waiting till I've gone upstairs before trying to talk to me.

Taking 20 minutes to actually leave the house. The faffing, dear God, the faffing about!!

Oh God yes the touching and leaning and the bursting into tears if I dare to object to being patted/prodded/leaned on. I guess I sort of knew pre-DC that I had a overdeveloped strong sense of personal space but I had never worried about offending anyone by asserting it until I had DC.

Oh and the squeals. The ones which only small to medium sized girls seem to do (at least, I have never encountered a squealing boy). Just why?

To be fair, DD has absorbed this one and on the very rare occasion when I have her and some of her friends in my car has been known to say very solemnly to them "we have to be sensible because my Mummy doesn't do squealing girls"

Littlegreyauditor DPIL bring a new toy every week -yes every single week - for DS2, and all of them involve buttons/noise. Even books have noises.

And get this.... Every now and again DFIL comes with his little screwdrivers and big box of every type of battery and replaces those which have run out. Which is really sweet of course but arggh!

Mummy? Yes? Mummy? Yesss? Mummy, you know sometimes in winter when it's cold? (Waits)... Yes? Remember last winter when it was cold? Hmmm? Last winter. ..10 attempts later: WHAT DO YOU WANT, dammit? Can I have a hot chocolate please?

Whinging, so much bloody whinging

When my older 2 were at the peak of the 'mummy' repetition phase and I had a newborn to contend with I got so sick of being 'mummy' that for a while I changed my name to Percival. DS was 3 and couldn't quite say it so for a few weeks I was 'percimal'. It made a lovely change!

YY to most of the comments, it can be really intense when they're little. Every sensory aspect of it seems especially magnified.

On the plus side, now that they're older, when I walk back to school to pick up the DC I'm really thrilled to see them

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.
Do you want juice?
No!
Mum puts juice away - 'Waaaahhhh!!! Juice!!!'

Yes to touching. I have a BF baby and a toddler. In the evening, when they're both in bed and I want to simply relax on the sofa, DH comes and wants to cuddle. No, just no.

Toddler volume control, stuck on HIGH.

I bloody love you all for this ace thread.

Human climbing frame (2 toddler boys = 4 sharp elbows and LOTS of bruises). That and getting them to eat tea. ARGH the never ending negotiations and threats to just eat your tea.

And standing on Lego.

Bloody hell hellonicetomeetyou I'd have to kill him.

The worst we got was a cat piano which makes discordant cat shrieks or sings songs about cats in a whining American faux-child voice. I am horribly ungrateful and the worst person on earth for hiding the thing on top of a wardrobe with its batteries ripped out. I got full on retired teacher reprimanded for that, for indeed I am a small, slightly stupid child who needs shown the error of my ways.

I have stated that it moves to their house (surprisingly unwelcome), stays where it is whilst remaining entirely silent, or I launch it over the back hedge into the sheep field and leave it to its fate.

I do not buy loud things for other people's children, apart from for the child of a friend who bought DS a selection of percussion stuff for his birthday. I have lain in wait, and this Christmas will present said friend's PFB with a selection of beautifully wrapped Kazoos.

Just like the OP, I didn't realise how noise sensitive I am until I had weans.

Touching! oh dear god the touching!! Toddler is grabby and touchy and has a thing about warming her ice cold alien feet on whatever flesh she can find. Baby is still breast feeding. By the time DH gets home and makes the mistake of trying to get in on the action I have to start locking myself in the bathroom while toddler bangs on the door and DH stands there with a wailing baby just for a few minutes without contact, I'm away with friends this weekend and none of them understand how excited I am to be able to go three whole days without being intentionally touched. I am counting down the hours!!

Oh I quite often name change and don't tell them my new name.
Why don't I have children content with one story,song.why do they whine non stop when it's over.Why can't they be like the children off the ads.Sitting and smiling lovingly,rather than taking lumPs out of each other

Whinging drives me barmy.

It use to annoy me previously but omg when I am stuck in all day with my toddler and he is having a whinges day....

Then tipping a full box of toys out just because.... Argh!!! Wouldn't mind if he played with them. But most of the time he thinks he is funny and then has an absolute tantrum in the middle of helping me pick them up.

The touching as well I understand. I can't sit for five minutes without my son climbing on me and then a few seconds later he is shifting again and i get tiny elbows digging in my chest

I admit upfront to asking the following out of total ignorance and you will probably mock me but is all this clinging, not being able to shower or go to the loo a recent thing do you think?

I was born in the middle of the last century and although my memory goes pretty far back, I have no recollection of hanging off my mother and I know I NEVER saw her in the bathroom. All babies were bundled up and put in a pram, rocked off to sleep and left in the garden while our mothers got on with their lives.

As we got older both of my parents played with my sister and I or took us out but mostly we were expected to amuse ourselves and we got on with it. I've read threads on here from mothers pulling their hair out because they've run out of ideas how to amuse their children 24/7 - when do the children learn to be independent and use their imagination?. Not forgetting that back then there was one tv channel on a 7 inch black and white tv, a wireless, no computers, x-boxes, dvds, mobiles, ipads etc.

Oh and for older babies/toddlers there was a play pen in the corner of the room where they could see what was going on but not get in any danger. I'm guessing mothers these days would think that akin to putting them in a prison.

For me its

banging/door slamming/heavy foot steps/stamping
whinging
being climbed all over
'but why??'
'guess what!!'
'Muuummmm!'
being told about every bodily function.
mess. Constant mess.
My stuff being touched.
me being touched.
crumbs every-fecking-where
Stuff getting stuck to the bottom of my feet. I used to have clean house with lovely spotless carpets and it was luxury to walk about barefoot. Now I have washable everything and jam between the toes is as bad as standing on a slug. GAH!
yelling when I am stood right next to them
STILL walking in on me when I am trying to use the loo
Waffling on about the same thing they have waffled about for the last 5 bloody days.
Telling me what so and so's mum lets them do.

DC is aged 8.

I've read threads on here from mothers pulling their hair out because they've run out of ideas how to amuse their children 24/7 - when do the children learn to be independent and use their imagination?. Not forgetting that back then there was one tv channel on a 7 inch black and white tv, a wireless, no computers, x-boxes, dvds, mobiles, ipads etc

There's a fair bit of research out there that has suggested our modern tech has made us less patient and less able to persevere at the simplest things because everything these days is now! now! now!

Tech gives us instant stimulus without any effort. Its immediate and it gives us what we need. The downside is we expect everything to be instantaneous; Mother's attention, boredom disappearing, being unable to wait to share something and the constant need for input from other people.

Tech gives us instant stimulus without any effort. Its immediate and it gives us what we need. The downside is we expect everything to be instantaneous; Mother's attention, boredom disappearing, being unable to wait to share something and the constant need for input from other people.

How on earth does this manifest at aged 15 months?!?!? 5 years ok I sort of can see. Toddlers?!

This. Always this.

SilverOldie - I'm of your generation. When I was little, there was often an extended family to help out with childcare. I had grandparents, aunts and uncles. Mum had it tough, she was a very young military wife, but I can remember being cared for by my extended family at times. Weekends spent with Grannies and Grandpas, out for the day with Aunts or Uncles.

My children had none of this, and DP worked seven days a week when they were young (and I worked as well; full-time at first, then part time). And had no-one to help out. At all. Ever.
Often, nowadays, families can live many miles apart (I live 200 miles away from my Mum and Dad, In-laws live just down the road but were never helpful. At all. Ever.

Times change, problems change

Anyway, this is a lighthearted thread

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