Is it just us? The tiny things that manage to wind us up without fail

These are a few of our (un)favourite things:

Lost socks

Where do they go? Is there a sock monster in the washing machine that eats them? Why do we have so many single socks? Is this a conspiracy by sock producers to make us buy more? So many questions, so few socks…

 So, that’s where all the lost socks go!  So, that’s where all the lost socks go!

Being added to unnecessary What’s App groups

There’s a football group. A school mum’s group. One for people who live in your street. There are so many chats going on you accidentally send a drunk pic of you mooning – meant for your ‘best mates’ group – to the school mums instead. What happened to solo messages for gawd’s sake?

School reunions

‘I didn’t really like you when we went to school, so why would I want to spend a whole evening, which includes spending cash on babysitters, 25 years later?’

Getting work emails when we’re on holiday

‘I know you’re on holiday, but…’ So, don’t send a blummin’ email!

Waiting all day for a delivery/engineer/repairman

When you get that message to tells you to expect the delivery between 7am and 7pm and the ruddy thing turns up at 6.50pm. That’s a whole day you’re never getting back…

People telling you that you look tired

Oh thanks, I didn’t realise those black things under my eyes were caused by extreme sleep deprivation. That’s probably because I haven’t slept properly for about 15 years due to children/menopause/life.

Clean eating enthusiasts trying to change our eating habits

It’s great you’ve not eaten sugar for four years and that you think cauliflower pizza tastes as good as the real thing, but we don’t need to hear about it when we’re stuffing our faces with coffee and cake. (And no, cauliflower pizza tastes nothing like the real thing so stop trying to fool us all!)

 We really don’t care that you haven’t consumed a carb in seven years… We really don’t care that you haven’t consumed a carb in seven years…

School craft projects

No, I do not want to help my child make a volcano out of Papier-mâché. If I did, I would have become a teacher – or Blue Peter presenter.

Men who say they’re ‘babysitting’ their kids

Nope you’re not. You’re their father and you’re not getting paid for the privilege of looking after them. This is what you signed up for when we had that night of passion ten years ago.

 Nope, it’s called PARENTING… Nope, it’s called PARENTING…

Forgetting why you’ve walked into the kitchen

The menopause has a lot to answer for, but memory lapses are the worse. Even if you go out of the kitchen and come back in again, you will still not remember what you came in for. You will however remember at 3am in the morning when you’ll have to get your arse out of bed, go into the kitchen and do the sodding thing otherwise you’ll forget it come morning.

Paying for parking

Why can’t we just slot a few coins into a machine and pay, like we always have? Now there’s about seven apps for various car parks, all of which have a different log in and a different way of working. ARGH!

Unexpected item in the bagging are

Enough said…

 Self-service tills are killing me! Self-service tills are killing me!

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