As a family of four who are probably far too often all based at home, it’s fair to say sometimes we can all get on each others nerves a bit. I’m not wanting this to be a man bashing post, or a ‘I hate my family’ rant, but can I just exorcise some of the things that drive us all up the wall?
Great – I know you love a moan as much as me really.
Dad Muddling Through
I’ve mentioned before that DMT has become somewhat of a Monty Don over the years, well at least he tries to anyway. It’s fair to say that whilst I LOVE he has a shared passion of mine, sometimes his ability to prioritise plant care over pretty much anything else can drive me to despair. For example, my pre-holiday checklist was three thousand points long. His could have been summarised more like this…
- Cut the grass
- Centralise all plants for watering
- Re-pot the prayer plant
- Soak the mossball Fern
- Adjust plant positions for maximum light / shade over the holiday.
Of course I’m sure I can summarise the rest in a whistlestop round up of damp towels left on the bed / floor / in a heap that will NEVER dry. Inability to close wardrobe doors (or the front porch door) and finally, a strange clicking sound that sometimes comes from his nasal cavity. But, hey, no ones perfect right?
Other than that he is the MAN OF MY DREAMS.
Oh Tigs, whose sensitivity and worry can drive us to despair! This summer, she has had a total inability to control her emotions when it comes to making decisions. Go to the shops with Dad or stay home with Mum. GO TO THE SHOPS OR STAY HOME WITH MUM? AAARGHHH. Cue total meltdown over inability to decide which would be most beneficial and which would be missing out. Hard life girl, hard life.
Although it has to be said, this natural concern has no doubt made her into the little eco warrior that she is, and her concern for animals, the environment and people is something we would never change.
Other traits of our six year old include her relentless obsession with whether she should get her hair wet in the bath, which she asks again and again every day to both DMT and I, before always dunking her head under regardless of the answer (which is always, “If you want to”).
And finally, poor Tigs, she’s soooo attached to everything. A stone she found on the beach, a picture she drew three weeks ago, that tiny plastic toy pony that she’s made a home for beside her bed. Every toy she ever owned. She’s a hoarder of things and they all have a place in her heart, and her bedroom.
Aside from being a bit of a Kamikaze queen, The Mouse’s most annoying habit has to be her ability to make bedtimes crazy. Her energy levels seem to know no limits, and despite clearly being dead on her feet she can just keep going…and going… and going. Her footsteps can be heard running into her sisters room from downstairs, her milk requests are enough to keep local Dairy farmers in business and she can still pretty much break us at the end of a long day.
Of course there are sooooo many things we love about her, but in the in the interest of exploring this subject fully, I’d like to add she is also a bit of a borrower, a collector of things, albeit in a more haphazard fashion to her sister. She loves to spread out, to place things in bags and boxes all around the house…just god help you if you want to know where that ‘thing went’.
I should also probably just mention, she still has pretty limited interest in food. Well, of the hot square meal type anyway. I’d be lying if I said that I was totally cool with that, and even now I can be left banging my head against the table as to how someone with sooo much zest for life can full of beans whilst definitely not being full of very much at all, and NEVER beans. It’s a bit of a superpower.
Mum Muddling Through
In the interest of balance, it’s only fair that I quizzed the fam on my most annoying habits. Deep breath, here goes.
Dad Muddling Through (Oh god it’s so going to be about farting, or running the house like some kind of dictator). “Not being more positive about yourself, because you are amazing and should be more aware of it”. Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting that. *Gush*.
Tigs “You put on a silly voice when you see people and say hello”. Brilliant, I’ve always wanted to be a crazy granny in life, look like I excelled myself by achieving ’embarrassing Mum status just six years from the off. #Goals.
The Mouse “Angry”. Aaargh I’m the worst Mum ever! I’m sure what she meant to say is “When you are Angry” as opposed to “You’re always angry”. I’m sure. She did however follow this up with “You won’t let me wear lipstick to nursery”. Which pretty much sums up this little diva!
So there you have it, I’ve been outed. Smelly, embarrassing, angry (ugh) Mum who doesn’t let her three year old express her creative self and should be more positive. Guess it could have been worse.
What’s your households most annoying habits?! Care to share?