I don't particularly like practical jokes. Two jokes have been pulled on me in the last two days by my 13 year old son. One of them got him a swift punch in the arm. It was like I had absolutely no time to even think about what I was doing before my fist had a mind of it's own. Hate the water down the front of you when you take a drink gag. HATE! I hate balloons bobbing around my head. I hate picky eaters (although I was one). I also hate that the garbage job has now become my job. It used to be T's but now somehow I inherited it. Even the bringing in of the cans is no longer on his radar. I hate ingratitude. Spoiled behavior and expecting us to do stuff without being grateful is a big no no. That is why Big Boy had to ride the bus this morning instead of getting a ride from me since his final didn't start until 10:00. "Three hours of my life- wasted!" He wailed, I lost no sleep over it.
I am sure there are more things that drive me nuts but it will have to wait for another time. Baby Girl needs me... So tell me what you hate? Nails on a chalkboard hate.