The endless questions that they already know the answer to because I told them a million and one times.
Asking me for help with something in the kitchen when I am sitting "in the bathroom".
My children asking for my help when I am in serious multi-task mode and there is a perfectly good dad just doing nothing.
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Walking into my closed room when I am practically nude. *I don't need compliments on my underwear either.
The toilets that go unflushed. *Maybe they think they are conserving water?
The bathroom sinks with icky toothpaste all over ... ewwwwww!
The unbelievable amount of clothes that can never seem to find their way to a dresser drawer or a closet. *It's already that time to go through the closets/drawers and remove/exchange things. I HATE THAT JOB!
The itty bitty toy pieces that I find and dump on the stairs until they either get thrown away or I put them away. If someone other than me attempts to find the home for that toy ... it just doesn't happen. My children like to fake me out and just put the little toys in various other locations. It's like their own form of torture aimed at me.
The shoes, the flip flops, the sneakers ... 2x7=14 and my children do not lack in the footwear department.
LAUNDRY ... as soon as a basket of clean clothes gets emptied, it is loaded back up with dirty stuff. My house will never look show ready. So anyone who comes over better know that.
((((SIGH))))) ... today seemed like a very long day.
