Maybe it's 'cause it's been cold, dark, & gray for days, or maybe it's 'cause I've parented, cleaned, Christmas prepared, taken out the garbage, wiped bums, etc. largely by myself for weeks upon weeks--
OR it's just that I've had 50ish comments plus one really annoying text from a very anal family member,
BUT, I've got a bone to pick.
Heads to bust.
Butts to smack.
Please regard that I don't get many "rude" comments (and for that I should be grateful)-- these are just annoying. What am I referring to?
Oh. . . ya know. . .
-Did you know that my pantry overwhelms the space?
Have you been in my kitchen to know? Do you know my pantry? Do you call him at home?
-Did you know someone had the cajones to tell me my "EAT" sign is off centered? AGAIN?
Have I not addressed this and the reasons for it one beeeeelion times?
-Did you know that the mirror in my bedroom is in an awkward spot?
Awkward? You're awkward. How's that?
-Did you know that I've been chastized for blogging non-project posts?
I thought I addressed that here.?.
No-- none of these (and the 50ish others I've got in the last month) are a biggie. BUT.
Can't we all, just, get along? Even if it's true, do ya have to say it? Do I have to pull a "Miss Manners" and tell you that nitpicking people to death is bad manners?
You know how I see it?
Our blogs are the virtual equivalent, if you will, of an invitation into our homes. It's similar to inviting me into your house, and the second I step foot in the door, I start pointing out every little thing that bothers me.
"Hey, there's a sock under your couch."
"Did you know how badly your baseboards need to be cleaned?"
And so forth.
I guess I'm tired of taking a picture, and going, "Oh I should re-take that picture because someone will comment on _____." Or "I'll just photoshop that out because I don't want a comment about ______", Or "I'll have to put a disclaimer to stop comments on ______."
To be Frank, (I'll be Frank, you be you) if it's my house, and I took the picture, I'm aware of it. None of us should have to attach a disclaimer to ev.er.y.thing.
"Yes I know my house is messy. . . just ignore that. . . "
Do you get these too? Will you share them with me? Maybe over some ice cream with hot fudge sauce?
Thanks for letting me share with you. I'm feeling better already.