Every Day Irritations

I’m a fairly laid-back sort of person and minor inconveniences don’t really bother me. Low maintenance, that’s me. There are some days though, when little household issues get a bit much even for me:

 

When they can’t manage to place the laundry in the basket. It’s just so much work!

laudry basket

 

When it’s just too difficult for them to put dishes in the dishwasher.dishes

 

“I got my own breakfast”. The crumbs and box lie there awaiting transportation. But who will move them? A secret cleaning fairy who inhabits our home?

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When that toilet roll holder is just so far away from the toilet.   JUST.   CAN’T.  REACH.   THAT.   FAR!  

toilet roll

 

When the thing never fits back in the box – even though it fitted in there perfectly before. I blame the box makers for this one.

box too small

 

Evil Lego monsters lurking; ready to torture unsuspecting (odd cartoonish) feet.

floor lego

 

The in-tray. I tend to tackle the filing when it begins to resemble the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

inbox filing

 

Email in-box. Thank you Yahoo for allowing me to store more Groupon/Wowcher/5pm emails than I will ever need – or read. I will get around to deleting them one day. Maybe.

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When you need a technology degree to work out how to put the t.v./sound/fire stick/DVD on. So complicated!

remote controls

I know how privileged I am to have such minor things annoying me in life. Definitely first world problems.  What little things irritate you? 

 

Life

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Lesa is an average person, living an average life and is moderately happy with her lot. There are peaks of bountiful happiness and pleasure and dips of turmoil and flatness. Lesa doesn't let life's set-backs knock her down or think she's invincible when she achieves greatness. She's finally realised that nobody is perfect and the purpose of life is to embrace it with all she's got and to give what she can to others. Oh, and try to have a lot of fun along the way.

Lesa has no idea why she's writing in the third person; she never does that.

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