I had no idea how many peeves I had until I started coming here. I don't have "a" pet peeve, I have a whole menagerie. A zoo! Lol!
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Vivid imagination here!I had no idea how many peeves I had until I started coming here. I don't have "a" pet peeve, I have a whole menagerie. A zoo! Lol!
We were visiting some people in our county, and I wanted to get going and I rubbed my husband's arm, he knew that meant, let's go. The WIFE of the guy we were visiting decided that meant I wanted attention, and told my husband that is what I was communicating. WELL not exactly, lady.How about when someone tells you what you want or don't want, or what you like or don't like?
What kind of car would you like?
A VW Beetle!
No, you don't want one of those.
Yes I do, I've always wanted one!
No, you don't want one of those. You should get a Ford Pinto instead.
But I don't want a Pinto, I want a Beetle.
No you don't.
Please don't .... whatever.
You know you like it.
Ugh.
Yep. Mom’s general responses to my complaints of pain or tiredness after age 8 was. “ Welcome to my life” or “Join the club”.When you're sore/in pain and someone tells you "you're young, you can handle it" or "suck it up".
Ah another complaint about parents. I’m doing one chore. They demand I start doing a different one, attempting to explain I’m doing the dishes is labeled “backtalk” and met with threats of grounding. So I go and do whatever chore #2 is. About halfway through this chore I will here yelling from the kitchen asking why I haven’t finished the dishes and quickly followed by being informed I’m grounded for not finishing the dishes.My pet peeve is when I am busy doing chores, and DH assumes without asking that I am doing nothing and decides what I should be doing with my time.
Well, true.. but this is referring when you've been adult for 10+ years and you worked very hard...your body ain't what it use to be.Yep. Mom’s general responses to my complaints of pain or tiredness after age 8 was. “ Welcome to my life” or “Join the club”.
Admittedly this has gotten better over the past few years since Ive become an adult. When I was younger though anything that was the words yes ma’am or yes sir we’re generally considered unacceptable. Tacking a question on to the end wasn’t tolerated most of the time. Didn’t matter what it was. Part of the problem was also mom’s very poor memory. She wouldn’t remember giving me the instruction in the first place. Which sucked because it wasn’t really her fault but it wasn’t fair either.Hmm, parents! When given a second (interrupting) chore, have you ever tried responding, "Okay! Er, do you want me to finish the dishes first, or go do (interrupting chore) right away?" It's that very agreeable "Okay!" that keeps your response from being "backtalk." And asking what you should do keeps you out of trouble, because it puts the responsibility on them for keeping you organized and getting everything done. Might be worth a shot anyway.
more people need to understand thisWhich sucked because it wasn’t really her fault but it wasn’t fair either.
Tape an aspirin on it and get back out there.When you're sore/in pain and someone tells you "you're young, you can handle it" or "suck it up".