disneydrumdad
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Jul 5, 2012
Best thread I feel like I've been through therapy. I always thought I was just short tempered when thinking about all of the things that bothered me.
ttintagel said:Oh, that drives me right up the wall! No, he is not your "buddy!" He's your child, and you're supposed to be his parent!
We call DS Buddy all the time. It isn't meant to imply that he is some random friend instead of our son. Also, DH calls me Baby, even though he is well aware that I am not an infant. It's a term of endearment.
DH's--women breastfeeding uncovered on the buses. He supports breastfeeding infants, not five year olds who can make it up the steps themselves and pull up Mama's shirt. He still talks about that "incident" and hasn't quite gotten the picture out of his head...
I try to be courteous of others when entering / exiting buildings by holding the doors for the people behind me. It is amazing how many people won't take the door from you to allow their party through, but expect you to keep holding it while a virtual train of people go through. If someone holds the door so it doesn't slam shut in your face, take the door, and allow that person to continue with their own party.
aubriee said:People are always jumping in front of her or trying to squeeze into the tiny space between her and the person in front of her. People just need to be aware of their surroundings (both people on ECVs and people walking).
I have a few pet peeves:
1. Personal space. Being right on top of me isn't going to get you on that attraction any faster.
2. Being run over by strollers or ECV's. Yes, I know some people need these, but don't use them as bashing rams.
3. Don't flame me-I hate having to walk through someone's 2nd hand smoke (ick).
Personal space is a big one with the wheelchair too.
That I have to wait over 4 months until I arrive.
People who are judgmental about a mother feeding her child in the way nature intended. While I say that kind of harshly, I do say it in a spirit of peace. A five year old pulling up Mom's shirt... meh.