McLinky Monday

Linking up with RHOK here to list my Top 5 Pet Peeves.

Which means I have to narrow down the list to just five...

1. Phony people. You know the type. My life is sunshine and bubbles; it's perfectly accessorized and manicured. My children are perfect, my husband is perfect, my house is perfect and nothing ever goes wrong for us. Oh come on. Cut us all a break and admit that sometimes it sucks for you too.It has to be exhausting to maintain that facade.

2. Poor grammar. Ugh. There is a difference between your and you're. Or they're, their, and there. There's really no faster way to make yourself sound like an idiot.

3. I hate it when my waiter doesn't bring the food to the table. I'm sure it gets busy and stuff but it's their only job. I hate leaving a tip for someone who didn't do the work. Really gets under my skin.

4. People who let their kids who are old enough to know better throw giant fits in public places. Now I've been there and I know how bad it sucks to have your kid dissolve all over the grocery store or some restaurant, but seriously. Remove them from the situation. Don't just sit there and pretend you can't hear them. My kids know that I expect them to behave when we are out in public and they know that I mean it when I say "one more time and we're out of here." That doesn't mean that they always behave, far from it, they're still kids. But they do know that I am serious. I have finished the grocery shopping while Dad took the unruly parties to the car numerous times. I have left the restaurant to sit in the car with the child who wouldn't stop screaming and sit down and eat. I have had to drag a screaming kid out of the library mid-story time and go home without books. It sucks but it's your job. When you ignore the discipline of your child you turn them into the kid that no one likes. Don't let your kid be THAT kid.

5. You know how when your kid is throwing one of those fits we mentioned above and their legs give out and they all of sudden turn into a boneless blob of screaming child. I hate that. That earns you a one way ticket to Napsville here. Look! You're not only too tired to hold yourself together but you're having trouble holding yourself up as well.

There ya go. Five. In no particular order.