I am (probably not so irrationally) irritated by my mother's insistence that positivity could possibly cure my infertility. I know it comes from a place of love and she is generally super supportive, but sometimes I just want to slap her.
Oh yeah, that is rational. Honestly, I hate when anyone tries to tell me just to smile or be happy because it just makes life better.
I irrationally hate when people bite their nails. More so when it's someone I know, but with everyone to some degree. I just want to reach out and slap their hand.
YES. So gross. H does it and I am always grabbing his hand, I want to do it to people on my staff team & my brother in law.
Confession somewhat related to this page: part of the reason I did a cycle of little charting was so when I didn't get pregnant I'd have something to say when well-meaning friends and family tried the "just relax" bullshit. "I did and I'm still not pregnant, let's let that one go, shall we?"
On the subject of grocery stores I hate it when I get a cart with a jacked up wheel. Especially when I go to get another and that one is messed up too. ARGHHHHH!
Stores are just asking for that shit when they put the rough and uneven stone in the entryway. Lookin' at you, Wal-Mart (even though I rarely visit you).
People who fill their office/desk with personal items, I'm not talking a small picture or two but a giant wedding portrait, football helmets, race car collection, etc.
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