A little while ago I shared a random list of things I want to complain about.
Surprisingly, I’m not the obnoxious, lonely whiner that I thought I was. That’s because many of you joined in with your own complaining and/or commiserated with me.
Of course, this has only made me want to keep complaining because it’s nice when someone shares your pain, right?
So here are a few more things I want to complain about:
1. I can’t figure out why random strangers are always parking in front of my house. I don’t live in an urban environment where parking is scarce. I live in the ‘burbs with a wide-open street.
Who are these people? I find this weird because when I go to someone’s house, I park in front of that person’s house. Shocking, I know. But clearly the universe sent out some memo I didn’t get about parking in front of a random stranger’s house and then hoofing it to where you are going.
2. I got some new Pier 1 outdoor pillows and gleefully ripped off the “Do Not Remove Under Penalty of Law Except by the Consumer” tags. In doing so, I promptly ripped open a good portion of the pillow. Mold, mildew, and vermin who are seeking a home, you’re welcome.
3. I noticed a couple giving each other intense back rubs while they sat in front of me in church. Yes, I know that Song of Solomon is part of the Bible. No, I don’t want it reenacted in front of me while I’m trying to listen to the sermon.
4. To whoever keeps leaving 3 drops of coffee to burn in the bottom of the coffee pot at work vs. taking 60 seconds to make a new pot: I will find you. And I will teach you how to make a new pot.
5. That the end/beginning of school is vastly different depending on where you live. I’ve been watching millions of families celebrate the last day of school since early May. Meanwhile, we won’t be done until June 14. Then, there’s Back to School with some cockamamie folks going back to school at the end of July (hello, Indiana!) while we don’t mosey back until after Labor Day. It’s like if we all celebrated Christmas at different times over a 6 week period. Cray-cray.
6. That it’s the end of the school year and there are 52,971 things to celebrate, buy, put away, go to, and honor. Times two kids. If you’ve never read Jen Hatmaker’s End of School Year mom piece, then run over right now because it is awesome and TRUE. Just a snippet:
“Teachers, we need to make a deal that after April testing, we don’t have to do anything else. You don’t. I don’t. I don’t care if you watch movies in class five days a week and take four recesses a day.”
That’s it – for now. I’m sure with a fresh season ahead I’ll find plenty more things I want to complain about: bored kids, having to shave my legs since it’s shorts season, etc.
Until then, tell me what’s bothering you right now. Go on, get it off your chest and join me in complaining. I promise I won’t judge.