The Petty Gripe Thread

[Curlita]

Okay, this is the place for all the petty gripes... the little stuff that doesn't really warrant too much gnashing of teeth, but is getting on your nerves anyway.

--none of my maternity pants fit
--my underpants keep falling down
--very few people are coming to my baby shower
--I don't feel like being at work, but at the same time I have 5 billion things that need to get done before I leave.... although sitting here at my desk looking at the boards isn't helping them get done any faster, either.
--my back itches and I can't reach it
--my roots are growing out and I don't think I will have enough time for another color before the baby... destined to look like a mother-crone in early baby pictures.

[melissakc]

Is it so freaking hard to rinse out your Dr. Pepper bottle and throw it out the door into the recycling bin in the garage?!

[maisiedotes]

OOH- count me in.

~I can't decide what to do next on my To Do list so I am sitting here at the computer
~I hate all my nursing bras- heck, I hate bras altogether
~I am freaking hungry and waiting for my pudding to set
~I am SO sick of puking

[maisiedotes]

Originally Posted by melissakc

Is it so freaking hard to rinse out your Dr. Pepper bottle and throw it out the door into the recycling bin in the garage?!

does my charming husband have a lady on the side???? Seriously, DH will actually leave his stupid beer can on the counter TWO FEET from the sink instead of rinsing it and putting it in the recycling bag next to the sink. Apparently it is too far to go.

[LittleBrownDog]

-BIL, when you come over, PLEASE don't leave your fast food bags with leftover french fries and burger buns laying around. The dog gets into it and the smell is nauseating. If you cannot manage to put it in the trash can, at least don't hide it under or behind the chair you sat in.

-DH, how hard is it to take the lid off the hamper and put the clothes INSIDE, rather than on top of or next to the hamper?

-DD- please stop this high pitched squeaking noise that you have suddenly developed and launch into at any given moment for no apparent reason.

-Dog, if you wake up me with your scratching, snoring, dreaming, or other random noises one more time, you are going to be sleeping in a crate in the basement.

[melissakc]

Originally Posted by maisiedotes

does my charming husband have a lady on the side???? Seriously, DH will actually leave his stupid beer can on the counter TWO FEET from the sink instead of rinsing it and putting it in the recycling bag next to the sink. Apparently it is too far to go.

I know! It drives me BANANAS! But after telling him how much it annoys me, leaving them on the counter for a week (which bothers me but unfortunately not him), I have decided to just do it so that it only bothers me for a minute instead of a day. But still, grrrrrrrrr!

Oh, and DD, will you please stop grabbing me in the booby when I'm holding you? It's not a handle!

[meisterfrau]

Oh my goodness, where can I start. I am a basket case today, and so needed something like this.

--The computers have been FUBAR at my DH's job all week. So he has been sitting around doing little both Monday and Tuesday, and now his boss made him work 7-7 today to get caught up. Like we aren't having a baby tomorrow or something! I told him maybe she might want him to come in tomorrow too...he can leave in time to meet me at the hospital and catch the surgery, then he can go right back. Not like I need him here, or anything. :

--We were supposed to have a special dinner tonight, which is kind of screwed up or will at least be very LATE. See above.

--I showed up for my last OB appt today, and he said "What are you doing here? You didn't have to come in today!" Because I don't have anything else I'd rather be doing today besides leaving DD with a babysitter and shlepping myself halfway across the state for his stupid appointment. His receptionist made this appointment at the SAME TIME she scheduled my CS. She has done or said something idiotic every single time I've been there.

--Everyone I know keeps calling me. "Are you nervous? How are you feeling?" Um, yes, I am nervous. I'd be a complete moron if I wasn't, now wouldn't I?

--I just spent days and days breast pumping, walking, taking evening primrose oil, drinking literally gallons of red raspberry leaf tea, doing everything else I could think of to try to bring on labor, and I think I had a grand total of three contractions. In a week. I was having more BH than this in the second trimester.

--My house looks like a frickin bomb hit it today. I have no desire to remedy this situation.

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Let's just say I am not in a serene, happy place right at the moment. :

[maisiedotes]

Originally Posted by melissakc

I know! It drives me BANANAS! But after telling him how much it annoys me, leaving them on the counter for a week (which bothers me but unfortunately not him), I have decided to just do it so that it only bothers me for a minute instead of a day. But still, grrrrrrrrr!

Oh, and DD, will you please stop grabbing me in the booby when I'm holding you? It's not a handle!

UGH. I know, I know. That stuff doesn't bother DH in the slightest. I keep asking him to return all the bottles since they are ALL HIS- I am certainly not consuming all that beer and soda- and I told him "you can use that money from the bottles to get yourself a six-pack". That went over like a fart in church..

[Undercover Hippie]

--My right eye has been twitching all day and it's making me batty!

--All my shirts are getting too short except the really ugly/grungy ones, of course they still fit.

--I am desperate to paint my bedroom, but I sat on the computer all day instead and now it's too late in the day to start.

--I have to go buy kitty litter, but because I sat on my butt all day, I missed the easiest time of day to go shopping (mornings=emptier store/calmer kids).

--I want to buy birth supplies and a few little things and we have no money for anything except the barest necessities right now. Friday is too far away.

--I am *craving* a California roll something fierce, and again, there is no money to buy one. But I want it sooooo bad!

--Everyone keeps giving/loaning me 3-6 month clothes no matter how often I say that I have a closet full of that size and only need 0-3 months. I am not being listened to but it is not polite to complain about gifts.

[mittendrin]

My 5 yo cannot wash his hands with 1 pump of soap, it has to be at least three!
I got a headache from dealing with 10 screaming kids and some clueless mamas at our homeschooling co-op today.
I look like an idiot, running around in old sweatpants, cuz I got exactly 1 pair of weather appropriate pants that fit.
I owe the library a dollar.
I want sex tonight but am already tired beyond belief.
I don't want to cook dinner but we are too broke to order out and I refuse to make any of my precooked stuff.

[GinaRae]

Uh oh! Not good unleashing the demons!!
I have tons of little pleasures, and just as many gripes, I fear!

-- Maternity clothes: I am SO sick of you not fitting right or my needing more. I have nothing but ill fitting pre-pregnancy or scratchy, hot maternity wear and I am sick of it.

-- Hubby: do you HAVE to leave your dirty clothes in a pile on the floor? And PLEASE refill the ice trays. Oh, and thanks for cutting the grass once every 8 weeks or so and failing to clean up the front area so when someone stops by I am humiliated.

-- Moms at the school: it is NOT a way to get to my husband's heart when you pay him a ton of attention when I am not around, tell him you're here for me if I need anything at all, and then ignore even simple eye contact when I am there in person! He's so not falling for it. He doesn't respect that.

-- Chairs: why are you all so blasted uncomfortable?!

-- Boys: why do I need to tell you the same thing 100 times over? And please stop using me as the excuse for everything you don't get done or telling all the moms and teachers all the things I don't necessarily need heard.

-- Midwife: how was I lucky enough to find a "bad" one?

-- MIL: thanks for being so excited about getting to be around when your last grandchild will be born that you're ignoring us and won't even supply us with a list of people to announce the birth to. Thanks for your disgust that baby will be born too close to Christmas.

-- Mom: thanks for the lack of support for the homebirth and thanks for the added pressure that I MUST deliver around Thanksgiving.

-- House: how do you get so disgusting in such a short time?

-- Foster kitties: I cannot afford to keep foster kitties anymore and need a break from it all anyway. I need you to straighten up, stay off the clean clothes, and behave and look pretty during adoption days so you will find homes. You're all getting too big and I cannot have you around much longer.

-- Friend: please stop TELLING me what to do and what you're going to do. No, you won't be here during labor. Yes, I am taking a few days to myself before opening my doors to friends. Yes, I am having a homebirth. No, it's not necessarily a girl. No, I don't find it funny when you insist on naming the child after you.

[Undercover Hippie]

Originally Posted by mittendrin

I don't want to cook dinner but we are too broke to order out and I refuse to make any of my precooked stuff.

I was about to put that on my list, but decided I sounded whiny enough already! LOL. Except I have no precooked stuff, I am not that organized at this point!

[renaissanceed]

DH, how hard is it to take the lid off the hamper and put the clothes INSIDE, rather than on top of or next to the hamper?

Yes, especially when we have put hampers in every room in the house in which you typically undress to try to address this issue.

And my other petty gripe of the day: Why oh why DH are you starting a major kitchen renovation that will involve me washing dishes in basin and no oven right now? Now?

[JamesMama]

DH, is it THAT freaking hard to push the little button on the trash can and put garbage IN the can rather than setting it on top of the lid?

DS, QUIT WITH THE FREAKING WHINING ALREADY!!!!! You do not NEEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEE-D to have a cookie for breakfast, you do NOT Neee-eeeee-eeeeee-d to watch Cars FIVE times in a row. You CAN go play in the toy room so I can pick up the living room.

DH, we have PLENTY of money in the bank so gosh darn it I am buying the rest of the stuff I need! We need diapers, lanolin and chapstick BEFORE I go into labor. Deal with it.

Mom, figure out your computer yourself. I cannot drop everything and come running with a 2.5 y/o to help you resize a picture in Paint, it's REALLY not that difficult. What are you gonna do when the baby is born? Cuz no way in heck will I be able to drag TWO kids out in November/December to help you change the font or text size in Word. FIGURE IT OUT

I'm thirsty but water tastes like butt and I don't have any tea.

And I have a new neighbor who apparently has the same hobby as the OLD neighbor. I just got a contact high walking to the mail box. Effing wonderful

[*Lindsey*]

--My maternity jeans are all to small. Do I get another pair to last these next few days or weeks?

--I only have about 5 shirts that cover my belly.

--I cannot bend over to put on my socks and shoes. I cannot shave my legs.

--I have no lung capacity left.

--I have SO many stretch marks and get a few new ones every day. My belly is covered, and some of them from DS and DD's pregnancies are freaking HUGE now.

--My hips hurt. My pubic bone hurts. My knees hurt (from weight gain?)

--I have no patience for my poor children. I can't get on the floor and play with them.

--I can't have sex with my DH...it's a physically impossible feat.

[GinaRae]

Want more....?


-- Why does Taco Bell have to be the cheapest thing I can get when desperate for something fast for all of us??

-- Why do I have to keep playing the child support game with my ex?

-- Why do carseats have to be SO expensive?!

-- Why does my dog have to find every way possible to get into the garbage?

-- Why does the kitchen sink, counter, and floor tiles have to be WHITE porcelain with white grout??

[LittleBrownDog]

Originally Posted by GinaRae

-- Chairs: why are you all so blasted uncomfortable?!

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[kgrfcharlton]

Originally Posted by JamesMama

DH, is it THAT freaking hard to push the little button on the trash can and put garbage IN the can rather than setting it on top of the lid?

You've got to be kidding me?! He needs a spanking or something!

-yes, my dh just leaves the can & jugs on the counter for me to rinse out, too. He evidentially wants no part in helping the environment.

-I think I pulled my groin & I'm worried it's going to hurt like hell during labor

-I've got a huge spider bite on my leg from Saturday that still hurts & I'm just hoping little baby spiders aren't going to come crawling out like in the urban legend

-We have no vehicle to fit our upcoming 3rd child & no prospect of getting one in sight (thanks for knocking me up again DH!)

[GinaRae]

-- Dh leaves the recycling out for me to rinse too. He swears that's not true, but if it's not done by me, then it's not done. And nothing irks me like finding a can with dried on food that has to be soaked :

-- Our "temporary car," purchased recently because our van died, will not fit all six of us safely (we would have to put one child up in the middle with no air bag and too snug between us) once the baby is born and who knows when we will buy another van.

Not to mention, I just realized the new car has no heat! So now we will have to put money into that. And soon. Mornings are getting frigid and I can't get the windows de-fogged.

Originally Posted by kgrfcharlton

I've got a huge spider bite on my leg from Saturday that still hurts & I'm just hoping little baby spiders aren't going to come crawling out like in the urban legend

Oh my gourd! :

[JamesMama]

Originally Posted by kgrfcharlton

You've got to be kidding me?! He needs a spanking or something!

Yeah, we use disposable diapers : so I bought a fancy shmancy trash can with a lid that shuts tight to keep the odor in the can. To open it you have to push a button on the lid and the lid pops up. He is NOTORIOUS for just setting the garbage (usually something small like a syringe wrapper or some other small paper product) on the lid rather than pressing the little button so the lid pops open. This requires me to walk by later with more trash and have to pull his trash OFF the lid and then put his trash AND my trash into the can. It's not rocket science, it takes 2 seconds.

Oh and him rinse cans? Yeah I've pretty much given up on that. It ain't gonna happen. I'd settle for him bringing his pop cans from the bedroom/living room to the kitchen.