Day 1017 | You Might Not Know This...
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Depending on how long we've known each other, you *might* think you've learned everything there is to know about me. Call them quirks, call them pet peeves, call them annoyances, call me compulsive. However you label it, enjoy learning a bit more about me.
top nine things that drive me crazy
- Buying in bulk: I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true. I find great satisfaction in finishing something and throwing it away so the idea of buying in bulk only diminishes that sense of accomplishment…especially if there’s another *giant* box just waiting in the cupboard to spring into action.
- Ticking clocks: Maybe it’s a reminder that my life is ticking away from me and I have no control over it. Or maybe, it’s just a super annoying sound. Hard to tell.
- Warm chairs: You know that feeling when you sit down and the chair is still filled with the warmth of someone else’s behind? That’s the feeling. I cannot handle it. I’ve been known to switch chairs to avoid it.
- Clean, but unfolded laundry: I have no problem leaving a folded laundry basket of clothes in my bedroom for a week waiting to be put away (I mean, it’s not my favorite, but I can handle it). Clean, unfolded laundry is another thing. If I had to guess, I’d say that it makes all the work of collecting, sorting, washing, and drying seem in vain if all those clothes just stay in a heap getting wrinklier and wrinklier.
- Patronizing empty stores: At all cost, I will avoid walking into an empty store-any type of empty store. It doesn’t make any sense, especially if there’s something in there I really want/need, but I’ll do it. Something creepy about empty stores, you know?
- Fleece: Bleh. Long hair + fleece = crazy static and I cannot handle it. Maybe it is super cozy. Maybe it is one of the warmest fabrics ever (and for someone who is often cold, that’s a big deal). But you won’t catch me wearing it. Like, ever.
- Picking up toys: I don’t think I come off as compulsive with most of this list. This item is where that changes. I cannot be in a room covered with unattended toys and not pick them up. I do it at my house constantly, which I think is probably understandable, but I do it everywhere else to. Anywhere there are unattended toys…at a friend’s house, the children’s museum, the library play area, you get the picture. I have no extreme desire for these places to be tidy, mind you, I might just be that I find it impossible not to busy my time with something every second.
- Wind pants: I’m not sure what it is about wind pants (or comfy pants as we call them at our house), but I rarely let the boys select these types of pants to wear on a daily basis. After all, are their elastic waist jeans + pants any less comfortable, really? I have no aversion to other children wearing them, only my own. Maybe it’s the incessant “whish, whish, whish” that has turned me against them. Hard to say for sure.
- Dry hands: This first Wisconsin winter has done a number on my hands even with constant lotion application. It's quite possible that I’ve become addicted to lotion, but I cannot handle cracking hands. And, trust me, don’t look at Chris’s hands.
