Doncha just hate it when you've finally finished loading the dishwasher after a large meal, turn it on, hand wash everything else that wouldn't fit, and see someone dirtying another glass, plate, bowl, spoon, fork, or knife? Especially when they know there's a large cache of paper plates and bowls as well as plastic cups, knives, forks, and spoons stashed away in the laundry room?
Before y'all say, 'But Debi why do you have a large stash of disposable eating utensils, plates, and bowls filling up the laundry room cabinets?' I'll tell ya. We have a very large immediate family and when we get together for a meal, I haven't sufficient dishes from which to supply sustenance to that many people. Plus, it'd take two or three dishwashers to hold it all or I'd spend hours washing then drying and putting dishes away to make room on the counter next to the sink to dry more. That space is quite small. Also, I'd have a major case of dishpan hands before I was done. Who has that much time and patience? I guess I do but you know what? I don't wanna. So there's that.
Does anyone else get mad on laundry day when you see someone decide that–after you've finished washing and putting away towels–they need to take a shower then and there? Or when they're walking around wearing clean clothes (that you just finished putting away!) that will end up in the hamper at the end of the day just as you've finished washing about a hundred loads? Okay, maybe 10. Fine, five. But still.
Does anyone else get aggravated like me because I feel I must follow family members around shutting doors, drawers, and cabinets? I'm very anal-retentive that way. I have shut the dog in one of the spare rooms a few times, but she's not supposed to be in there anyway. She sees the carpeting and rugs as her personal bathroom. I know David's tired of scrubbing the 'evidence' of her occupancy.
I also have a habit of following certain family members around turning off lights that they leave burning in every room. Is that just me? Don't get me wrong, it's not because of the electric bill. I just hate to see them on when no one is in the room. I think of it as saving David the effort of having to change the burned-out bulbs. Some of them are situated quite high in the ceiling and not easily accessible. I will admit I've turned one off a time or two while the culprit was still in the room but, in my defense, I was completely unaware anyone was in there. They shouldn't be so stealthy.
Doncha hate sometimes feeling like you're the only grown-up in the house?