I have so many, honestly, but I try to be laid back about it as much as I can.
One pet peeve that I cannot ignore is people who talk and talk and talk and talk and talk… I guess just to hear their own voices. Unfortunately, my dear sweet 5 year old daughter fits in this category. She can talk my ear off and have said basically nothing. haha My darling (almost) 4 year old son does, too, but only if we’re talking Super Mario Brothers, Donkey Kong, or Plants Vs. Zombies. He’s clearly obsessed with that. I really thought he had a few developmental delays in the language department until he started talking my ear off about those things.
When I recently went and bought some bras (which I had to try on.. it’d been so long since I’d purchased any that I honestly didn’t realize what size I”d become… Oy!) my daughter was with me in the dressing room. We took 2 trips in there because I had to try on one size, realize I was obviously more endowed than I had previously noticed, and then tried on the huge honkin’ size the second time around… The whole time she was going CRAZY talking.
“Mom, why aren’t you wearing a bra?”
I’m wearing a shirt with a bra in it, Grace.
“Are you buying new bras so you don’t have to do laundry?”
I will still have to launder these, Babe.
“OOOOHHH!! I LIKE THAT ONE!!! I HOPE THE PINK ONE FITS!!!!”
“OH MAN BUT I LOVED THE PINK ONE!!!!”
“Wow, that one is really pretty!”
It doesn’t fit right, though.
I’m hangin’ out up here.
“I like it. Do you need one that covers you up better?”
“Wow, did you just take the tags off!?!”
Grace, that’s the tag they give you that says how many garments you took into the fitting room. I have to purchase my items before I can take the tags off.
“So you can’t just put them in your purse?”
Grace! When has that ever been acceptable? No, we have to purchase our items first.
“Oh… Well let’s purchase that one because it’s shimmery and I looooooove shimmers!”
“Can I please help you put these bras on? Here, let me help!!!”
No thanks, Grace.. Mommy is doing just fine.
“But I LOVE to help! Here, I took this one off the hanger for you! Aren’t you glad I am here to help, Mommy?”
and on.. and on… and on…in the fitting room where EVERYONE could hear. I’m just glad she didn’t comment on size and shape of anything.
Frankly, she is exhausting.
That’s my major pet peeve.