Little Irritations in the Suburbs

I don't understand....


People that call my house before 8am in the morning. My butt is barely out of bed. I can't chat now. I'm running around trying to get clothes ready for the kids, breakfast for all and pack lunches. Aren't you?

People who like the "drop in". I live with 2 girls, a dog, a kitten and oh yes, my Husband. My house is almost never "company ready". I prefer the courtesy phone call so I can at least shuffle the shoes into the front hall closet, move the laundry pile upstairs and clear the stuff off my crap magnet err I mean kitchen counter.

Why people can't respect the "No Parking" in the Drop Off Only at the kids school. It just takes one elitist who thinks they are above the rules to gum up the works for the rest of us who aren't prepared to get out of our cars in our Lulu Lemons and sunglasses. My outfit is drop off only!

Speaking of parking. Please, don't park you car at the end of my driveway! Are you trying to block me in?

Why does the Mail carrier insist on stuffing oversize packages into my teeny mail box? Two broken cell phone covers in a row! Thank you very much.

It was very windy this Garbage and recycling day. If your Recycling bin is suddenly empty BUT that big blue truck has not been around yet...don't just shrug your shoulders and walk away! Please...go pick up your pizza boxes, and pop cans off all the front lawns. Or at least mine!


Gas is on the right. I don't think everybody knows this!! Please stop riding your breaks...oh, and if you can't see over your steering wheel and are afraid of the dark, you might want to re-think this whole driving thing.

If your dog poops it...you needs to scoops it.

Most of the time I love everything about living in the Suburbs, but I have to tell you sometimes I think a little common sense would go a long long way.