It’s The Little Things…That Bother Me the Most


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What Annoys You the Most?

I’m generally a pretty happy and upbeat person.  Over the years I’ve had people tell me that in the midst of disaster or tragedy, I’m a sense of comfort since I’ve always got a smile on my face and some positive thoughts to offer.  I think it is flattering to be known as that person.

Maybe it’s my honed skills as professional PR gal that I never let them see me sweat. I kind of see it as my own personal superpower. See, if you lose your cool, you lose your power. My philosophy has always been not to sweat the big things, because most times there are many brilliant minds working to get the problem solved, and the problem always find a way to work themselves out (whether good or bad).

This “superpower” carries over into my life as a mom. I’m a pretty good problem solver. When it comes to my anything relating to my family or friends, I can quickly size up a situation and determine what the best option(s) would be.  The bigger and more serious the situation, the more “Zen” I get.

However, when it comes to the small, insignificant things that don’t have any real impact on my life – those are thing that can drive me absolutely crazy. What kinds of things you may be asking?

Here’s a little list of things that “bother” me:

  • Chairs left pushed out from tables.
  • Cabinets, drawers and closet drawers that are not quite closed all the way or those with “stuff” hanging out.
  • That I sound like a broken record every night at dinner telling my kidlets to sit properly at the table and that there is no prize for the person who can shove all the food in their mouth and finish dinner first.
  • Leaving the toilet seat up.
  • People who do not send thank you notes, cards or letters for anything (even worse, people who don’t have their children send them).
  • Empty wrappers, food containers, drink bottles; sheets of old printed directions or toys left in the car.
  • People who don’t say “excuse me,” “please” or “thank you.”

I often wonder why these things bother me. I mean, if these are my “big problems” in life, I should really have nothing to complain about, right?

Now I realize that the first two on my list are probably due to my OCD about neatness and organization. The third because I feel like I’m not being listened to since I’m constantly asking them to not do these things. As for the others, well, what I can best conclude is that it is my way to blow off stress – to get aggravated at the small stuff so I can stay calm when the important things hit. I’m not saying that it’s constructive, but I guess it works for me.

Now it’s your turn to share.  What are the little things that bother you most?

Feature image credit: keroro666 / 123RF Stock Photo

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