Things that make me crazy

Although that is not a far stretch on most days.

 I enjoy being a little off kilter.  But there are things in this world that light my fire in a bad way.  I am thinking about this today as it is raining like the dickens and it is the first day of spring break for my boys.  They COULD be outside basking in the spring sun and breathing some fresh air, but nooo…   Mother Nature thinks we should be inside driving Lego cars on our knees.  Not that there is anything wrong with that inherently.  But we have been doing that for five or six months now.  I am ready for something new.

 

So, here are things that make me crazy on a day that is making me crazy:

The squirrel or the chipmunk on the bird feeder scaring away the birds. Not to mention the they are eating all the seeds.

Those that find in necessary to pass me on the road when I am going the speed limit.  Out here, passing me means getting to the stop sign 10 seconds faster.  Is it really worth it?  I could not imagine living with the stress of having to “get there” that bad.

Those that stand in front of a section in the produce section like there is no one else in the store.  Then they continue standing there as I am waiting, standing next to them.  Then they look at me as if I have invaded their personal space.  I just smile.

Those that give servers a hard time for no reason.  For example, when the food comes out too hot.  Really???

Those that shrug their shoulders and say “Kids!” when their kids act out.  Get off your butt and discipline those kids.  Then you won’t have to waste your breath on the exclamation again.

When other parents at school will only volunteer if their child is in the room.   What ever happened to the common good?  Is that a thought of days gone by?

DadOfAllTrades getting called into work on a day we loosely had plans to get a big thing crossed off our to-do list.  I am VERY grateful that he has a super job and that we have no trouble with money.  However, there are some times that I want him with me.  Call me selfish.

When I can’t break a mood like this.  I should be enjoying the heck out of having my boys all to myself with no particular place to be, but I am wishing we could do something else.  Maybe this is why my boys have such a hard time being grateful for what they have. 

Hmmm…