Tiny Things That Drive You Mad (But Shouldn't)

Tiny Things That Drive You Mad (But Shouldn't)

Is it just me or is everyone more short-tempered these days? Perhaps it's tiredness or feeling overwhelmed. Or it's being too spoilt and pampered and unable to cope. Whatever it is, there are certain things that are incredibly small but drive me bonkers. I'm trying to be more mindful. I'm also chanting 'I AM ENOUGH. I HAVE ENOUGH. I DO ENOUGH,' but nevertheless I get irritated by these measly, damn things. 

I thought I'd write a small list as a) it's cathartic b) you might be able to relate to them too:

Things that are broken in the house

It seems that we have a lot of stuff in the house that is busted and never gets fixed. Whenever I go to clean the toilet, (Why always filthy? Why only me that notices? ) the toilet brush handle comes away in my hand and I feel a flash of anger. Is it because it happens every single time I go to grab it? Is it because I got it from Poundstretcher and it was very poor quality and I deserve this as payback? The same is true for the toilet roll holder but today we had a breakthrough when I asked my partner to PLEASE HELP  ME FIX IT. And do you know what? HE ACTUALLY DID! IT IS FIXED! HALLELUJAH! This is something to feel grateful for I guess. 

Things I can't find

I seem to find an inordinate amount of time looking for things. Each day I walk up and down the stairs looking for my lipstick, my phone, my magazine, the Pledge that I just sprayed all over the chest of drawers. Sometimes (especially if I'm tired) I will think to myself 'Where is x?' and it doesn't matter what I'm doing I HAVE to locate that very thing or something terrible will happen. I think this is information overwhelm. It's something to do with that. It's either that or early stage dementia. 

Things falling off shelves on top of me

Each time I open a door in this house, something falls on top of me. It could be a duvet cover. A towel. A whole basket full of soft toys. If I open my drawer then the hairdryer tries to escape and can't be squashed back into place again. I think this means we have too much stuff and our house is too small. 

Messages coming at me from different channels at the same time

I love communicating with people. I love having friends. What I don't love is getting a message from someone on my phone but then forgetting to reply and then forgetting where I saw the original message. Was it IG? FB? Text? WhatsApp? Was it a comment on a blog post? Did someone say this thing to me in in REAL LIFE? Was it an actual person? Often times I reply to the wrong person on the wrong platform. I have a feeling that I'm being bombarded by messages. In reality I'm not because I'm actually not that popular. I'm just not very good at all this tech you see. 

Snails that march about the house at night

This is a minor thing and my last point but every morning I get up and go downstairs and there is a trail of snail spunk all over the kitchen floor that leads up to the front room, over the sofa and then back into the kitchen and ends somewhere near the cat's bowl. There is a snail that comes in each night, sits on the sofa, watches TV and then leaves. How does this fecker get in? The cat flap? 

So there you go. It's Monday so I thought it was good to get this stuff off my chest. We wouldn't be human if we didn't get irritated. Irritation might lead to action and action leads to change. The wheel of life goes on. 

 

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