05 June 2005


Some of the comments have started me wondering about frustration level associated with various things. What are some relatively common things that frustrate you and what are some less common things you do that work very well?

For example (since I'm not sure I explained myself very well), lots of mothers love to trade babysitting. It's a great system since it's fairly simple and doesn't cost anything. However, taking care of other people's children frustrates me enough that it's not worth it for me. Sewing is another thing that frustrates me- but only by machine.

On the other hand, I love to handsew. It's relaxing and easy for me. But I can assure you that when almost anyone hears that, they think it's odd, if not downright crazy. I also put my children to bed at 7:00. Most families don't put their children in bed this early, and I'm used to people thinking we're loony (do you spell looney with or without that "e"?) for doing it.

Anyway, I hope you get what I'm asking. What frustrates you and what works well?


  1. Can I vent about stake conference this morning? We were in the multi-purpose (i.e., young women's room) with a TV in the front. The volume was all the way up. Other children in there were so loud that I had to strain to hear the speaker (and I was on the second row!). Parents allowed their kids to bang their shoes on the metal chairs, run little metal cars on the metal chairs, talk without whispering, didn't take screaming toddlers out, etc.

    Made me positively batty.

    I know children will not behave perfectly for two hours, but I thought this was really beyond the pale.

  2. I love cooking. I love the act of preparing things; I use it as a stress-reliever. I get immensely frustrated when my children want to help. I usually say yes, because I feel that everyone needs to learn to cook, but instead of being an enjoyable experience, cooking then becomes something to get through. The only time it doesn't is when we're making Christmas cookies...

    On the other hand, I'm organized. I'm rarely late for things, and my house, while not really thoroughly clean, is picked up and organized. I've had people tell me they're not comfortable in my space because of that. Oh, well. I can't function in a mess.

  3. Julie, I won't sit in the side rooms for the very reason you describe. I much prefer to get there rather early and get a decent seat. Our rule is that you have to make it for 70 minutes and then the boys can be taken out. This is not really an issue any more though.

    Of course, it's hard to get their early enough sometimes. The Priesthood Leadership meeting was held in the early morning before our last stake conference, and all the men there apparently left there scriptures on the benches to save seats. When we got there an hour early, there were no benches available despite the chapel's being nearly empty.

    I was not pleased.

    Melissa, that is exactly the way I am with cooking. My husband starting cooking recently and he doesn't mind having the boys help, but I really can't stand it. It's nice that he'll let them help so I know they're learning to cook a little.

  4. Oh, and Julie, those crockpot recipes look delicious. I'll have to try them.

  5. I can relate to most of these comments! I also prefer hand sewing to machine, never baby sat other children and put our kids to bed at 7!

    I agree with Julie, the mom's room has a purpose; although I don't think allowing children to run amuck is one! lol

    and Melissa, I feel the same way at times. I feel if I am 10 minutes early - I'm really late! ugh!

  6. It's funny you all mention cooking with children. I thought I was the only one! It drives me insane, so I guess I could classify that as frustration.

    What else is frustrating? Babysitting other people's children. Parenting is an acquired skill I find most people don't have and when I try to parent someone else's child we both become frustrated.

    As a working mom of three, bedtime was always at 7. I had to have structure and consistency in order to do what we needed to get done, so the kids always were kept to strict schedules. I have never understood people who tell me their children are up at 11 p.m.

    Personal frustrations, when I can't self motivate. Sometimes I'll have a day planned and allow myself to just abg the whole thing and goof off. It just puts me behind and the frustration builds. So that is a goal I've set for myself in this new role I'm in. I still get up early everyday and pretend I have to report to work. It seems to have a positive effect most days.

  7. Years ago, when we were all home in this neighborhood, we often kept an eye on each other's kids. It was a good give and take and I didn't mind it.

    Now that I have no children at home, I do not babysit. But every once in awhile, somebody will call me, thinking I have nothing else to do. My response: "no, I do not babysit." I don't even try to sugarcoat it. I will make the occasional rare exception for an emergency, but mostly I do not even babysit my grandchildren. I have them a lot, but I don't babysit and I resent being asked.

    I have a neighbor down the street who always has her grandchildren. She resents her son-in-law, who is not a good provider, her daughter works two jobs, going to work at 5 am for one job, and she brings her kids to her mother.

    My friend has called me three times to babysit her grandchildren for her. I've said a flat no each time. Now she's torqued at me, and I'm torqued at her for asking.

    People will actually ask me to come to their house to take care of their children. I say, "no." Boy, you should see peoples' faces when all you say is no.

    I believe I put in my time babysitting. That is an irritation to my life. Although, I must say, I am easily irritated. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth.

    Another thing that irritates me is the screaming kids who come into the nursery, whose parents are more upset than the kid and you can't get the parent to leave. They act like they are leaving their child to be a human sacrifice to the Gods of Dinosaurs.

    We get the child quieted, and the door opens, the parent sticks their head "to check." Boy, does that make me homicidal.

  8. S'mee, a fellow handsewer! I don't find many. :)

    I'm glad to know that cooking with children isn't quite as popular as I thought it was.

    It's the people who show up on the doorstep and ask you to babysit that manage to truly irritate me.

  9. Another thing that bothers me is all the people who just leave their shopping carts wherever their car is at Wal-Mart.

    I think I'm a difficult person. When I see somebody do that, I automatically judge them.

    Although, I must say, Wal-Mart pretty much frustrates me as a whole. I took my granddaughter there the other day and I said, "I hate Wal-Mart." And she said, "how come, Grandma?" And I thought about and I had to admit, "I don't really hate Wal-Mart, I just hate all the other people who shop while I'm shopping."