Aggravation

I feel like complaining.  

There are some things that really aggravate me right now. Or, as an old friend used to say, merging “aggravate” and “cause grief”: aggriviate.

People not putting stuff back (scissors, tape, books) – ugh, that really aggriviates me. This morning, I was opening a new honey jar, and I needed a pair of scissors to cut the tape around the lid. The scissors, which have a home in a very specific location in a very specific kitchen drawer were not there. Again. That made me so mad!!! (didn’t help that I haven’t had breakfast yet – I do get terribly irate when I’m hungry)

There are books lying randomly all over the house. In kids’ rooms, on the sofa, on the armchair, on the floor, on the kitchen table, on the phone table… OK, at least 2 of those are mine, so I am as guilty as the rest of my family. Still, aggravating.

Also, there is dust. Everywhere. I hate dusting. Dust aggravates me, but dusting is just not happening in the near future. Sometimes, I make the kids do it, but they leave a lot of dust behind. And they never dust under things. 

1001 dishes, bowls, cups, glasses that get used up and are left all over the place. Seriously, how many different variations on a bowl do I need to wash every day? Kids are always hungry (which is normal and good, I suppose), they always get snacks (sometimes even healthy snacks, like fruit), but they always get 1001 things dirty in the process (do they really need to get a knife, cutting board, and bowl every time they have an apple or a plum or a cheese sandwich? And then just leave it on the table, all dirty and sticky? So aggriviating.

It’s the little things that get to be super annoying. Looking back, it’s easy to laugh and say “I can’t believe THAT silly little thing made me angry. Clearly, it was the lack of chocolate in my diet that’s making me cranky.” 

A lot of the time, I can ignore the little annoying things. But every once in a while, they build up and take over and then it’s all that I can see – the things that aggravate me. 

Sometimes, complaining makes me feel slightly less aggravated.

But not always.