Ah, you finally get your kid down for his nap. Now you can rest or write or read or whatever break you want to take. Until a loud noise pierces your easy-listening mood…
Everyone has their thing that really bugs. Like people sticking their fingers in their mouth or likewise fidgeting with their fingers to get at some imagined piece of annoying flesh drives me UP the wall.
I also think a wife should go through her ENTIRE married life without ever having to witness her husband floss his teeth.
(Cut to shot of me sitting in bed reading and to the side of me is the bathroom door, open with husband flossing. “Oh, for the love of God, shut the door!”)
Here is another one of these peccadilloes of mine.