Things your parents did with you that annoyed you soooo much (light hearted)

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That you make a conscious effort to do it differently with your own children.

Mine is that my mother was terrible at coordinating my clothes. She made me wear odd socks, clothes that didn't match and black school shoes with party dresses. And her response was always 'who's going to notice?'. This infuriated me because when your clothes don't match, YOU notice and of course other people notice. Disclaimer: my parents were well off - they could easily afford coordinating outfits.

So as a result my own children always have perfectly matching outfits and I go to great lengths to make sure their party shoes match their dresses.

What's yours?

I'll throw in some more, and a few lighthearted ones!

• me and my brothers were right snobs and didn't like supermarket brand foods. Mum told me a few years ago they kept a lot of the same boxes in the cupboards and just replaced the contents with tesco value equivalent and we never knew the difference

• for some reason we weren't allowed glasses of milk. I adore milk and used to sneak downstairs for a glass late at night. One night mum caught me as I was at the top of the stairs (she was at the bottom) - she ran up the stairs ten to the dozen and almost in slow motion I heard a "nooooo" as she knocked the glass out my hand. I think she was trying to make a point - but then said "look what you did to the wall" when we saw the damage.

One of the most horrible things from my childhood was when I got my first bra at age about 10 and we went round to a family friends house where there were a few adults and kids my age there, a mix of genders. It was after Xmas and when they asked what I got mum proudly told them I got my first bra lots of "aww how sweet"s

The embarrassment doesn't stop there though. See my mum would do anything to impress her friends even in the weirdest of ways, and even now exaggerates to them about me. So she asked her friends if they wanted to see my bra, then, lapping up the attention, my mum fought with me trying to pull my top up as I tried to pull it down while EVERYONE laughed. She was stronger of course and won and people actually applauded. I ran to the toilet and cried my eyes out - which I later got bollocked for for embarrassing her 'over harmless play'.

My mum is a bit of a bone of contention in my life for various reasons and I have on numerous occasions tried to have it out with her over her treatment of me. I reiterated this story not long ago but apparently she couldn't remember, I was making silly things up now to make her feel bad. It's as vivid in my mind as if it were yesterday

I didn't like Misty when it was merged with Tammy. Tammy sucked.

I am really sad for some of you who seem to have had such miserable parents. I wish I could have shared my lovely DM and DF with you all. I often brought home stray friends unannounced for my mum to feed and then dad would run them home. They were, and still are, fantastic parents and they are even better grandparents. Having read this full thread, I guess I should appreciate that more

The only thing I can think of that they annoyed me by doing was having DBro when I was 2. I was not impressed. He's my best friend now though.

to all of you who didn't get the love you all deserved, as EVERY child should.

Yes I 2nd that catz

Piper, my dad is a terrible skinflint and always bought shop brand food - we never had Kellogg's cornflakes, ever. The Sainsbury's own brand cornflakes were fine, but I drew the line at eating Happyshopper - they really did taste different, kind of soapy. Telling him that they didn't taste the same made no difference, he used to get so angry with me and I couldn't cope with it at all.

In a minor way I still suffer this with MIL - the only cereal I eat these days is muesli, and she buys granola which is not the same at all, far too sweet for me. So whenever we visit it sits there on the side, I don't eat it, and she says 'Oh I thought it was all the same'. I would be quite happy to have no cereal and just eat toast, she doesn't need to buy special cereal on my account, but every time I go, the granola is there staring accusingly at me: 'why don't you eat me? Why don't you like me?'

Taught at my school.....

Piper that story about the milk just made me snort . Hilarious

Some of these are so funny!

myneighboir it does always bring a smile to my face - what made it funnier is that the staircase was long and steep and would probably take a normal person a good 10 seconds to climb it all th way to thee top - However, mum is not a normal person...

Think of the slowest walker you know. Half their walking speed. That speed, to my mum, is a sprint. She could get a gold medal in dawdling. Yet when she thought she was gonna not have milk for a cuppa in the morning she practically grew wings! I actually was about to take a sip and it didn't even reach my lips before she knocked it out my hands

Well I do respect dedication to a cup of tea but the image is still making me laugh

My mother liked to talk about me as if I wasn't there. She'd sit in the kitchen yakking about me, some good some bad. Once I said: "Stop talking about me!" and got a smack for interrupting

Not letting me spend my own pocket money on tat from gift shops. I didn't understand why I couldn't waste my own money if I wanted to.

Oh and telling me off for being grumpy after I'd been smacked for being naughty. Right, yes, why on earth would I be grumpy about that?

Oh yes the first bra. And the first period. My mum is one of those unflappable and non embarrassed women which makes it all the worse as a tween/teen.
1st period ... came down to the kitchen in tears. She handed me a huge "had 3 kids" size tampon ... no way it would have worked. So she dug out some cloth to use as pads till the next day (because that was supermarket day). Very "oh ffs squizita it's just blood".
Re bras - until the late 90s she believed M&S bra ladies to be akin to hcp. When one measured me as a 36a and the bra was like 2 cones on my nips with a band that went round most of the boob not under, she gave me a pep talk about how not every girl has big boobs and it's sexist to think that's the only way to be attractive. After all, never mind the 2 melons on my front ... M&S had spoken. She spent a small fortune on pretty bras to help me feel better about my so called tiny boobs.
It was only when my dance teacher mentioned to her I'd grown out of my first bras quite quickly (it was a week later!) and was giving myself 2 black eyes lol that she took me to John Lewis for a sport bra. In the process discovering I was 32D/DD! She was shocked M&S could get it wrong and still mutters about it to this day.

sorry for those of you with bad memories :(

My mum was great on the whole, though my dad was a bit odd. My two abiding grudges are

a) mum was obsessed with me having something 'nourishing' for breakfast; a piece of toast or something wouldn't do. She spent several years making me have a raw egg beaten up in orange juice, because I wouldn't eat egg any other way at breakfast (also hated the raw egg thing). Now I rarely eat anything before mid morning, which suits me much better.

b) I wasn't allowed to watch 'Not the Nine O'Clock News'. When I went to university in 1983, this was like I'd been living in a cave for several years. After a few months I too could quote whole sketches from the bloody thing without ever having seen it. Also goes for Monty Python.

helsbels I thought your comment sounded really bitchy, did you mean it to come across that way? Some of these aren't first world problems but really horrible ways of treating children.

My DM ignored me whenever she had friends round. Being an only child to a single parent in a house where the downstairs is open planned, if she had friends round I could either sit upstairs alone and play or sit in the living room in silence ( no tv when guests around).

DM and DGM both gave me a complex about my weight. I was a regular sized child yet forced to attend slimming world with them once a week from the age of 9-14. Shockingly they never really lost weight but insisted on telling me I was fat. Now having just had DD I am a size 12 and the heaviest I've ever been at just over 12st. I still feel average amongst my peers but they still tell me I'm fat.

Pony, I don't think helsbels was being bitchy. Sometimes one writes a quick comment and without the smiley or an exclamation mark or a voice to give emphasis then it can be interpreted in a differnt way than was intended. Give her the benefit of the doubt. I certainly didn't think her 'first world problems' comment was meant unkindly.

Had my hair cut short and layered all over. Same with my Dsis, who regularly got mistaken for a boy as a result. My hair has been long ever since I had control over it, and my DS has quite long hair for a boy...