[This fantastic post of Margot Kinberg got me articulating my pet peeves]
Those glasses left on the dining table, which will miraculously sprout legs and trot to the kitchen sink. That habit of saying, "Poor kid. Maybe he is not hungry. Don't force him", when I am trying to get a stubborn kid to finish his meal. Telling me he doesn't need a blanket before I go to bed, then stealing mine and leaving me shivering in the cold.
I know I am far from perfect. I know I have my own quirks which could irritate just as much as any of those things. Why then do these things upset me so?