Things I Hate

In some of my recent posts, there have been some comments regarding how positive Patrick and I have been in the face of some of our recent challenges. Well, I certainly thank you all for your thoughtfulness, but I assure you, things have not been all gumdrops and roses around here. We all have our grumpy moments:

(Just imagine Patrick and me making this face.)

So I decided to take this time to debunk any Stephanie = Pollyanna myths by making a very pessimistic list: a list of things I hate. These are the things that really drive me nuts, for one reason or another. You know how pregnant women are often more easily annoyed or driven crazy? (I know I was.) Well these are just a few of the things that provoke those same perturbed, pestered, peeved feelings in me, and that's with no baby in my belly! So on to the hate-fest:

I hate getting ready for bed. I know, weird, right? But I can't stand it! I hate the whole process of having to clear off the bed, brush my teeth, change into PJs, complete all those annoying routines like removing earrings, putting on lotion and chapstick, and drinking my water. I wish with all my heart I could one day just say, "I'm tired," then walk into my bedroom and flop face down on my pillow into peaceful oblivion. (Aren't you all glad I stick it out and still brush my teeth? :-p)

I hate bad deodorant.  (Skip this one if body odor disgusts you.) For the record, Dove deodorant stinks, literally. It just plain doesn't work. Unfortunately, I had bought two on sale soon before we moved to Georgia, so my ($$) poor self couldn't justify buying new deodorant when I already had some. I hated the stickiness, the feeling that I was never clean, and the frustration that comes with that annoying residue on my clothes. Luckily, this one has a solution: I'm going on about a week with this stuff, and I smell infinitely better! The roll-on takes a bit to get used to, but so far I'm loving the natural option!

I hate when my hair is too long. One of the unhappy side effects of unemployment: I haven't had a haircut since last August. I've never been super prissy, so though my hair predicament wasn't ideal, it didn't bother me too much until recently. One day I suddenly woke up and realized that I really hate my hair. I never want to wear it down. It feels thin and lifeless and impossible. I'm four more failed hair-do attempts away from grabbing the craft scissors and chopping off three inches myself. I hope to remedy this one soon.

And finally,

I hate diaper bags. To be more specific, I hate lugging them around. I hate trying to think of everything I'll need for the trip, then carrying all these extras we never use around only to have forgotten the one thing that will pacify Cambrie. I hate having to open the door to our basement and travel down those narrow stairs while carrying two jackets, Cambrie's shoes, the bag of groceries, the stupid diaper bag, and my daughter who also happens to be carrying a dolly, a ball, and her toy purse. *seething*


Whew! That was cathartic. I suppose if I were in second grade I'd have to say two nice things now about all these things I hate.

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I guess I didn't learn my lesson then, because I'm certainly not going to try now. :-)

(And fess up--I know you all are secretly haters, too! Your turn to share!)