1) Disorganization. I depise it. I want everything to be neat and organized. I feel like my apartment is too small to understand this pet peeve. My husband doesn't seem to understand it either. An organized closet, dresser drawers, and dvd cabinets just make a girl feel better, am I right?
As I sit here, starting out my day with a cup of pumpkin spice decaf coffee, all I keep thinking about is, how it is not going to get organized itself. So why my husband is on his 1 week business trip, I may have to use that time to organize everything.
I never realized how tired I am now that I am a wife. I honestly didn't think it would make much difference. Trying to balance not just 1 but 2 life scehdules is completely exhausting in itself. I don't even want to think of how tired I will be once I am a mother. Gulp.
2) People coming to work sick. Honestly. If you have strep throat and now 6 of your co workers have it's probably because you thought you would try to be the good employee and come into work even though you looked and felt like death could come at any minute. Just stay home. People will not judge you and it's not even healthy for you. Also, it may take 4 weeks now to get rid of, can't say we didn't warn you...
3) Bad Listeners. If you ask me a question and I start to awnser, don't start then talking about how fabulous your weekend was, it leaves me perplexed and I feel I should start over and begin to awnser your question that you asked me originally.
4) Election Commericials: Words cannot explain how delighted I am that after tomorrow, those political commericials and phone calls will be over. No. More.
However.....this morning when I woke up and was getting ready to leave for work, I realized I have found my kryptonite. Which is, seeing my husband all cuddled in a blanket, holding my childhood stuffed animal(elephant) and his childhood stuffed animal(fred, the puppy) while he snores loudly. As I kissed him goodbye, he said in the sweestest voice "I love you more, and have a good day sunshine".
Melt my Heart.....
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