5 Reasons Why Retail Drives Me Crazy

I am sure you have noticed by now that I love a bit of shopping, but it may come as a surprise that I hate going to the shops. It’s not just the obviously annoying things like the crowds, the lack of parking, and of course the mission that is getting Skye in and out of the car and convincing her to sit in a stroller while I do my thing. Everyone hates that, so there wouldn’t be much point in my ranting about that would there? Of course not. So instead I have put together the top 5 not so obvious reasons why retail shopping drives me crazy.

Poor Customer Service
OK, so this is probably a pretty common one, but indulge me. Last week I purchased an iron from a rather reputable appliances retailer. I took the advice of the very helpful sales assistant and purchased a mid-range model expecting that it would be more than suitable for my sporadic requirements. Once I got it home and gave it a test run I discovered it did not actually get hot, at all. Iron101 fail. The next day I returned the product wanting to exchange it for a different model and was treated like I was being difficult for doing so. I would have thought that for $90 it was reasonable to expect that the product performed its most basic function. Apparently their customer service department disagrees.

10 Things I Forgot I Hated About Summer

Summer is my favourite season, why wouldn’t it be? The sun shines, the days are long, the beautiful scent of jasmine lingers in the air and somehow, beer just tastes so much better on a hot day. But no sooner does the weather start to heat up and I suddenly remember that there are a few things about summer that I am less than crazy about.

I Wrote A Rant–And I Liked It

Just like Katy Perry, I did something that I never thought I would and it was actually a lot of fun. So much fun in fact that I did it again the following week – I got my rant on!  It seems that during my little bloggy break I picked myself up a pair of ranty pants and as it turns out, they are a perfect fit. I had no idea I was so opinionated.

I don’t have anything specific to rant about this week so here is a quick summary of the things that have come up on my rant-radar lately:

• Electricity Bills: Ours has practically doubled in the last few months I am going to start removing light bulbs if it doesn’t come back down to a reasonable amount soon!
• People who ask questions and then answer themselves: “Was I upset about the fight we had?” “Of course I was.” “Was I going to let it ruin our holiday?” “Of course not".” Just make your point already!
• Handling Witching Hour Solo: It’s been 3 months since Luke started working away and dealing with the chaos that is dinner/bathtime has not gotten any easier. If anything Skye has worked out that daddy will not be coming home each day to deal with things and as such thinks she can push that little bit more.
• Washing up: More specifically washing up after baking – why or why did I volunteer to bake??? Mini muffin trays are a total pain to clean and take for-ev-er.

Hmmm, I could get use to this, consider this fair warning for future tirades about all things utterly pointless.

Well, I feel better, what made you feel a bit ranty this week?

Why Not Run A Snappy Marathon Before Giving Birth?

Exercise is something that I am pretty passionate about. After beginning a regular exercise routine roughly 6 years ago I have enjoyed it not only for the physical benefits, but the mental benefits as well. The only time I really stepped back from it was while I was pregnant and in the first few months after Skye was born. I had been advised that despite my fitness levels, I would be best to take it easy during this time and due to some early scares with spotting I obeyed without question. I found it difficult to let go of the routine and there were times when I resented not having this release even more than not being able to drink alcohol, but the safety of my unborn child was my priority and I knew I would be able to resume my hobby soon enough. To maintain some kind of fitness I did go walking a couple of times a week but by the time I was 7 months along, even that put my heart rate through the roof.

Lets Get Physical? Lets Not. Image Credit.

A Rant About Unsolicited Advice

I must have one of those faces, you know, one that says, “I have no clue what I am doing, so please tell me how to do it properly”. It seems this expression is particularly clear to those who do not know me very well, if at all. When this happens I am usually able to manage being polite long enough to smile and nod until I can make my exit. The problem today was that I was trapped, for 2 hours, covered in hair foils and in desperate need of some reshaping of the ‘boof’. I had to sit, and smile, and nod through clenched teeth as the helpful advice was bestowed upon me.