I know, first world problem here, but I want to go into the New Year not being bother by the small stuff.
I have large laundry drawers where the dark, light, delicate and towels are each in their own bin. I have had this particular set up for 15 years are so. My husband of 37 years still can not figure out which bin items of clothing go in, even when I have made him stand there while I show him. Sometimes it is just carelessness and his gym socks will end up in with the dark, or his good polo shirt doesn’t make it in with the delicate load and goes into the dryer. Or course I could check each item as I put it in the machine, but I am expecting the load to be correct, so I don’t examine each piece. If something has a stain, it should be left on the machine for me to treat before washing, but that doesn’t always happen, so the shirt with grease gets washed and dried.
Sometimes you can’t teach an old dog new tricks! I may be the old dog in this example :>
When people use the decorative towels to dry their hands (they are even arranged as decorations, and have beading, etc. on them), while I have clean towels laid out next to the sink AND the paper towelettes in a box tight there, also.
When I hold the door open for someone, they walk through, but don’t say thank you.
When restaurants put a straw in my water glass, which I don’t use (who needs a straw to drink water?) and becomes trash.
When dog owners don’t pick up after their dogs.
The expression “just saying.”
Baseball player weird facial hair. (There seems to be a secret competition for this.)
Pony tails and top knots on guys, especially old ones that are balding.
When drivers put their left arm out of the window to indicate that they want to get into your lane, as if it could actually stop your car.
When I do any of the things that @Marian listed but I don’t catch my mistake until much later. (I no doubt have some in this post.)
@snowball We had that same problem until my husband and kids started doing their own laundry. Two of them are more careful now, but one still leaves caution to the wind when it comes to pretreating and sorting.
People who turn the volume of their TV to the max, then start a conversation with me. I can’t focus.
H has started forgetting to close closet and cabinet doors. This is a new habit, and I fear it will only get worse.
If I can hear chewing, I have to leave the room. My family endures this tick of mine, but it confuses others. To me, the sound of chewing is like nails on a chalkboard and I have to leave the second I hear it. Fortunately, I am rarely eating in a room quiet enough to hear anyone chewing so restaurants don’t pose a problem. However, I have never bought boxed cereal as breakfast is often a quiet affair with just me and DH or me and DS. Toast crunching will occasionally send me into another room, though.
I do four loads of laundry each week: sheets, towels (on sanitize), lights, and darks. No pretreating of anything, checking pockets, or removing anything before the dryer cycle and still can’t teach this simple process to DH or DS. Grrrr.
