Top Ten things I do that annoy my husband....and I do them anyway :)

Many blogs I read participate in Top Ten Tuesday.I always find myself looking forward to Tuesdays for their funny or heartfelt lists.  Then, I began thinking of things in top ten lists.  I'm taking it as a cue from my cerebellum that I need to start posting on Top Ten Tuesdays for a bit - at least until the lists stop running through my head.

Ok, top ten things I do that annoy my husband....and I do them anyway

1.  I never fully close the pantry door.  I know it would take very little effort to push that door an extra 3 inches so the door would sit flush in the jam, but...well, there's many other things that I can do with those 15 seconds.  Besides- our wood stainer did a fantastic job on the wood- and no one really gets to appreciate the side of doors nowadays....


2.  I don't plan my time appropriately....especially when it comes to dinner time.  A. has a baseball game at 6?  Oh...ok, well, I'll start cooking at 5, and we'll eat at 5:35....and be out the door (with dirty faces and unfinished homework) by 5:40.  While I understand a little forward thinking would be helpful, well.....I have no excuse for this.

3.  I have a roller coaster of emotions.  I do try to buffer them a bit.  I can tell when I'm horribly annoyed with life-in-general, and really pray about not saying something I'll regret.  D. has gotten pretty good at classifying the weeks into: cuddly, happy, annoyed, and RAWR!  I think that sums it up pretty well.

4.  I'm not a fan of housework.  Never have been, never will be.  I clean when the fancy strikes....which isn't often.  I don't know how he deals with this and his OCD, but I'm just grateful he's not rocking in a corner somewhere.

5.  I'm addicted to reality TV.  I love watching the Duggers, Say Yes to the Dress, Extreme Home Makeover, Swamp People, etc.  He'll watch Swamp People with me, but anything girly, and he's out.

6.  I'm impulsive.  He's very careful with his actions, words, and spending.  I'm the free-spirit of the marriage.  I (at times) lack a verbal filter, and at times spend money without thinking.  Yes, we live on a pretty tight budget, and I stay within the budget - I am sure there's probably some wiser decisions I could make with our monetary out-go.  People magazine comes to mind....

7.  I fart.  Yes.  I just admitted to farting on my blog.  There's no "feminine way" to describe my backside emissions.  If you've ever met anyone with GI issues, you will understand.  If you have GI issues, you can commiserate.  I try to hold it in until I'm away from everyone....but sometimes that's not a possibility.  EVERY time I excuse myself and head to a different location, the stench will either grow legs and follow me back, or D. will find a reason (unconsciously, of course) to head in that direction only to be hit by a wall of stench.  This common courtesy is null and void if we are leaving a social gathering - at which point, I've been holding too much in for far too long.  At this point, his singed nose hairs are considered mere collateral damage.

8.  I over pack.  When we go anywhere- whether overnight or far away, I always have a lot of contingencies packed.  Extra underwear, extra shoes and socks.  Extra entertainment for the boys.  Extra food for munchies.  This leads to a lot of heavy lifting and junk sorting while in transit.  But, you know what?  He's eternally grateful for this when one of the boys gets sick and I had meds, or when he's forgotten his own toothpaste, and I have it in my bag.  Yo....in your face, D!  ;)

9.  I pile.  I have no problem putting something off until "later."  Only, later comes about 6-7 months down the road.  He needs clean and tidy.  I am not clean and tidy.  We have separate locations for organizing papers, etc....but there are times he can't even LOOK at my area without a twitch.  I've realized that both of my parents tend to pile things as well.  Therefore, I'm seeing this as a genetic trait, hence I am no longer responsible to trying to fix something that is genetically in-grained.

10.  I forget names....only I don't realize I forget names.  I used to be in medical sales.  I used to remember names with awesome clarity.  Until I got sick.  Now, my memory isn't as sharp as it used to be.  And I forget that I'm not as sharp as I used to be, so I talk with all the confidence of a salesperson.  So....upon seeing some of our neighbors for the first time this spring, the conversation when like this:

Neighbor guy:  Hi Dave and Sandy!
Me:  Hi John!
Dave: (grumbling under his breath in my direction): Jim.

Me:  Hi Jim!

Crazy neighbor lady:  Hey guys!
Me:  Hi Judy!
Dave:  (grumbling under his breath in my direction) :Julie

Me:  Hi Julie!

Basic conversation among neighbors....

Me:  Yeah, we saw Sandy and Tom the other day too - they're back from Florida.
Dave: (grumbling under his breath in my direction) Sandy and BOB.
Me:   Yeah, we saw Sandy and Bob the other day too - they're back from Florida.

This happens more than I want to admit.  Time for more memory games!!!