Grrr! Top 10

There are many things in the world that irritate me but here's the top ten, not in any particular order. I dedicate this post to my husband, who is a frequent contributor in this department.

1. Ants in the house. On the counter. Everywhere. 
We have been cohabitating with ants for the last month or so. Life was fine and ant-free for the last couple of years since I developed a combat technique that dealt with these tiny terrorists. We would quietly observe the ants and follow the line back to the "source", and then handy mommy would bring out her caulk gun and seal up the crack from which these little devils sprout from. This seemed to do the trick and we were attack-free for two lovely summers. However, when summer rolled around this year, it opened the floodgates and the enemy poured in. We tried everything, and I mean everything -- vinegar, baby powder, perfume, jasmine oil, and little "hotels of delight" that supposedly were to extinguish their entire existence. As I sit here tapping away on my laptop, I can see ants toasting me with their little margaritas that they probably got from the "hotels" I purchased. They are still here. Cheers.

2. Prying open something with your nails and having it jab into the skin underneath.
People who take care of their hands would never use their nails as a tool. I do. Most often I am using them to rip wrapping off a bottle and the plastic would stick underneath my nails and separate the skin from my nails. Not only does it sting for the next two days, the white tips of my nails look funky.

3. Crying and whiny children.

4. Removing my makeup.
Applying makeup is like painting my face; it's very enjoyable and I consider it a type of creative art. It may take as fast as 10 minutes up to 45 minutes. My husband and I developed different "makeup levels" corresponding to the intensity of the makeup.

Level 1: Eyebrow, concealer and eyeliner.
Level 2: Eyebrow, concealer, eyeliner, foundation and eye shadow.
Level 3: Eyebrow, concealer, eyeliner, foundation, eye shadow and blush.
Level 4: Eyebrow, concealer, eyeliner, foundation, eye shadow, blush and bronzer.
Level 5: Eyebrow, concealer, eyeliner, foundation, eye shadow, blush, bronzer and mascara.

You'll often hear him call out, "Level one! Level one!" in the background while I get ready. Of course, I ignore him and usually walk out of the house with Level 4 makeup. Applying makeup is a lot of fun for me and I like to take my time. What I don't like, is taking it off. I take makeup removal very seriously since I believe it is the key to having good skin. If you're smothering your skin for long periods then it doesn't have enough time to breathe and secrete toxins. Unplugging pores and purging toxins is great and all, but a pain in the ass nonetheless.

5. Waking up in the middle of the night to feed, change diapers, and/or get drinking water.

6. Feeding a kid who doesn't like to eat.
I'm sure if you googled "kid who doesn't like to eat" my daughter's picture will show up. She was a normal, chubby baby who grew up to be a stick of a toddler. I've always been opposed to chasing kids around when they don't eat themselves, but when it comes to my kid, well ... WELL! Can you blame a mother for wanting her kid to eat? Can you?! The correct answer is no. It takes 2 hours to feed one meal; breakfast and lunch usually merge into one long torturous experience for both of us.

7. Postpartum hair loss. 
This is the period where all the glorious hair you've retained during pregnancy falls out. ALL. Oh, the horror! The horror!

8. Getting to the lotion at the bottom of the bottle.
My husband's favourite show is "Shark Tank" on ABC, and on one episode a woman tried to sell a long scoopy thingy that would allow you to scoop up leftover lotion, makeup etc. from the bottom of their containers. I thought it was bloody brilliant! Did I buy it, you ask? Hell, no! I wouldn't spend that money (not to say, you shouldn't! You can ... if you want to) ... I just leave the bottle upside down for a day and then clonk and squeeze the leftovers into a smaller container.

9. Waiting 5 minutes for my iPhone to unlock because someone repeatedly try to break into my phone.
Someone = my daughter. The older one. For now.

10. THINGS NOT GOING EXACTLY THE WAY I WANT IT TO.

GRRR!