Wanna see Crazy – Eat next to me…

let me tell you something about noise…After this…well you will see I have a bit of crazy in me. okay some might say a whole lot of crazy. this is just one bit…

Noise come in two types. (okay I know there are a ton of types, but lately there are two in this house)

1 – I can tune out…this is the one where I hear – NOISE  but don’t react or nod pretending to respond – the noise that when on the phone someone says “that sounds pretty bad over there you okay?” to which I stop and think, really had not noticed. hold let me see…and sure enough there is tears, and yelling, and your kid is standing there – bloody from a snowball (ice) and you have tuned out the screaming until just then. MOTHER OF THE YEAR HERE. darn noise. wait what ? did you hear that?

THEN THEN THEN there is this type…

2  – MY pet peeve, so much so I once broke up with someone over it. Hearing the crunching, not sure how to describe what it is exactly… I will try – if a person is next to you and crunching on croutons (mouth shut even) but you hear EVERY crunch…I just can’t tune out THAT noise. I seriously – freak inside. Every hair on my back stands up. which feels terrible, and makes me concerned. Why would I feel that much hair? What does it look like back there, I am getting older but really? do I have that much hair? Do I need to wax? – oh sorry, I digress back to my pet peeve… A guy once crunched his cereal so loud, again mouth closed (I of course did not ever see him in the a.m. it was an afternoon feeding…of course because I am innocent like that) but I thought I would die. I could not take it. After that bowl hit the sink…I broke up. Just like that.

Now days, it happens with my husband, God Bless (my southern friends tell me if I say god bless after saying something negative it negates the bad-ness said…so as you can guess, I have been saying it a ton lately). Now I have not ever thought of breaking up over it with him…but it could make me well, not a nice person.  BUT lately, these days my KIDS. The things, creatures, little pieces of me  fruits of my loin that I am to love unconditionally – do it. I want to reach across the table and well take all their teeth out, one by one. which I can only guess would not be in the parent handbook. At least not one that is excepted. Then again,  let me know, if it is. I would love to have at it.

IS there any noise that just puts you over the edge? THIS is the one, I mean it. Whining is close but it is can be muffled, ignored, drank through, so that makes it nowhere near that crunch noise…

ARGH!!!!!!!!! yes, I am a wee bit crazy.

just thinking about it makes me. NUTTY!

About snotarant

i am a janitor, maid, haus frau, mother to a five pack, a listener, a hugger, a sigher, a happier, a wine lover, a foodie, a hunter, a gatherer, a cook, a wife, a mother, a triplet mom, pedicure lover, a hugger, a crier, and sometimes just me... AND beware. I write like I talk...a little - well un-correct.
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