Time Out

Just because I woke up with a colossal migraine this morning, I've decided to list the newest additions to my pet peeves list. It's not like it's a list I've got written down somewhere, seething with rage, like a manifesto. It's just something that occurs to me now again, like when someone is rude to me on the subway and I think to myself, "Gotta add that to the list". If I had an actual list I think I'd have serious problems. But since I don't have a list, I don't feel quite so psychotic writing down the things that have begun to annoy me recently.


-Migraines.

-People bringing in their kids/babies to work.

-Being forced to converse/ooh-ahh/care about work babies.

-How people with kids can come and go as they please at work, however people with legitimate doctor's appointments have to fight for the time off.

-Being made to jump out of the way while walking on the sidewalk when a mother and her buggy come strolling along + the sense of entitlement that I feel emanating from these mothers merely because they have a child. Wow, you had a kid. Bravo. Listen to my clapping. You only did what billions of women have been doing for eons before. What the F makes you think you're so GD special?

I like this picture because when I'm around the in-your-faceness that life throw at me sometimes when it comes to Moms and tiny ones, I want to throw a little something back. Hey ladies, remember your life before you got preggers? Too bad, eh?

Wow, this really has turned into a rant. Thank God no one reads this.