I am aware that I am an intolerant person at the best of times. My 'pet peeve' (sorry, what a horrible phrase, and understates the spine shuddering reaction I have) is people making slurpy noises - eating, champing chewing slurping noises. Or teeth-grinding, heavy breathing, sniffing, the list goes on and on and on...
But God, when I'm pregnant... my husband was snoring the other night as I was doing the crossword and a vicious and sudden urge to stab him in the back with my pen swept over me. I've had to get earplugs so I can eat with him - he breathes in while chewing open-mouthed, he once injured his nose and apparently can't breathethrough it and eat anymore. And his mother does the same thing, they both cram in three bites of food and chew with their mouths open, though she's more spitty and inclined to converse while eating. Normally I can grin and bear it but at the moment I feel like running screaming from the room as my the hot icy burning shudder runs from my neck all the way down my spine.
When I was first breastfeeding my daughter I remember being stuck on the sofa with her, nipples screaming, with my husband masticating beside me, and never feeling so trapped and hysterical in my life.
Ugh. Give me nails on a blackboard any day.
The worst thing about this affliction of mine is that it's not ok to ask people to try and stop. It's too intolerant, persnickety, picky, bitchy, over reactionary. So not only am I TORTURED by it, people also hate and blame ME for it. I can see why, really. But that doesn't help.
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