1. Why is it every time I walk into one of the 3 bathrooms in my house the toilet needs flushing? Why? Isn't that the easiest and most conditioned response known to both animals and humans...you know flush it, hide it, cover it up, get rid of it, whatever...I guess I'm lucky since I don't have the typical problem about men not putting the seat down, no thank goodness I can count on one hand the number of times I have sat down on what I believe to be (in a house of men) is the dirtiest part of the commode. Uggg, and it's usually always in the dark, and it's usually always freakin' cold!
2. Why is there STUFF everywhere I turn? Toys, trains, sippy cups, pacifiers, socks, jackets, shoes, food (usually cheerios), mail, my husbands running gear, backpacks, just stuff and more stuff every time I turn around??? The winner today was a completely melted popsicle, stick and all, in a puddle on the family room wood floor...Gross! Keeping up with all this stuff has me feeling like a Zhu Zhu pet on a wheel, yep, we've got those around here somewhere too! That reminds me? How may I ask in the HELL did these things become the hottest selling toy of the holiday season? I don't get it.
3. Laundry. It NEVER ends, not even close. It's constant and unforgiving of even the shortest hiatus. My husband doesn't understand how I have such difficulty keeping his tighty whities stocked. I've tried to explain to him you can only do laundry at the same pace in which you plan to fold and put away. He'll crank out six loads like that and they will all be sitting around in baskets getting wrinkled in no time flat..or should I say wrinkled. Moms know you can't fold and put away wrinkled clothes...or can you? Hmmm.... He's always threatening to do his own laundry...WELL THEN DO IT I SAY! I promise you won't hurt my feelings;)