Another pet peeve

[Dysnomia]

SORRY  I HAVE TO GO WALK MY LOBSTER?




Way to go Nigel!  I wish more parents were as thrilled about having kids.  I can't tell you how many of my preschool parents/babysitting clients thank me for "putting up with their children".  UH WUT?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

  I like that idea. I'm a terrible liar, but maybe if I make something up and have it ready in advance...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

SORRY  I HAVE TO GO WALK MY LOBSTER?




Way to go Nigel!  I wish more parents were as thrilled about having kids.  I can't tell you how many of my preschool parents/babysitting clients thank me for "putting up with their children".  UH WUT?

Oh my god, I know! I don't fucking get that! Some kids really are monsters, though... but again, they're usually monsters because the parents are.

[Freeky]

SORRY  I HAVE TO GO WALK MY LOBSTER?




Way to go Nigel!  I wish more parents were as thrilled about having kids.  I can't tell you how many of my preschool parents/babysitting clients thank me for "putting up with their children".  UH WUT?

I can understand this, but only because A) the monkey is an uber-shit head who barely listens (in other words, he's 2 1/2), and 2) I'm constantly paranoid about people getting pissed off at him and I end up becoming unwelcome/no longer have a babysitter for even just a few minutes.

[Dysnomia]

Yeah, occasionally you get one that's just fucking horrible.  But usually if they're shits, it's because the parents 1)don't know what to do, 2)don't care, 3)created it in the first place.  

[Salty]

I get little pissy when people assume that my children were accidents. There's nothing wrong with unplanned babbies, but mine were not unplanned.

I have a special sort of disdain for fathers who don't care for their progeny.

An unrelated pet peeve of mine is when people tell me to eat more. I eat all the fucking time. I eat fatty, meaty foods. I eat carbs. It's not really my fault my ancestors were peasants who lived on pig gristle (I assume).
My real beef with this is that I never, ever tell fat people "Hey, man you need to put that double-meat, double-cheese, no veggie sandwhich down and try a salad. Also, stop it with the Oreos."
Usually people who tell me to eat have a lot of extra weight, and that's what bothers me about it. I don't give a shit how they look or how much they weigh, why do they feel compelled to give a shit about me in that way?

[The Great Pope of OUTSIDE]

That's a pet peeve of mine, but in a different direction because I _am_ fat, and I hate it when people make all these "helpful" suggestions, and I'm just like, "Yeah, already tried that."

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

my pet peeve is named fluffy

[The Great Pope of OUTSIDE]

My best friend has a stuffed animal sheep she named pet peeve.

He is the life of the party always. 

[Prince Glittersnatch III]

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I get little pissy when people assume that my children were accidents. There's nothing wrong with unplanned babbies, but mine were not unplanned.

I got that for a long time because I look young. In fact, I think it contributed to the general notion that I somehow accidentally ruined my life with children.

Nothing could be farther from the truth; I tried for two years to conceive my first child. Two YEARS.

I finally realized that I'm answering the question wrong. When people ask me if I can go do something on a night I am staying home with my kids, the correct answer is "Thanks, but I already have plans". Then if they ask what I'm doing, I can say "Hanging out with my kids".

Works the other way around, too. If they ask what I'm doing tonight, I can say "hanging out with my kids", and when they say "Do you want to go to X event with me" I can say "Thanks, but I already have plans". I mean, I just told them what my plans are, right? I hate it when people assume that "hanging out with my kids" means the same thing as "I don't have plans".