The cure for “general annoyance syndrome”

What is general annoyance syndrome, you ask?

It’s what I had today.   It’s probably not real, but they have a syndrome for everything else, so I figured why not?


Well, general annoyance, of course,  at all people and things.   The kind of day where what I really want to do is rent a dumpster, park it beneath my terrace and spend a glorious afternoon chucking things into it from 7 stories up.    It is the kind of day when, as Tina Fey’s character so aptly put it in the film “Date Night”, “I mostly just fantasize about being alone.”   Yes, driving to a hotel and checking in, watching movies and sipping ice cold Diet Coke, or better yet sending my family away for the weekend while I stay home and sew or read or knit or whatever – uninterrupted.

Feelings of snarkiness?  Oh yes, that too.  Toward conservatives who think we’ll all be Muslim Socialists by next Spring and toward liberals who blame everything on anyone with any money or power.   Toward slow walking tourists who always seem to think the best place to consult their map and wave their arms around is just in front of the crosswalk of any street, thereby blocking it and forcing the rest of us to dodge traffic.  Toward people who post photos of their food.

The reasons don’t matter.  It’s a syndrome!

And here is the cure.

We babysat for Joshua’s cousins this evening, who are in town for a wedding.  Their son is 7 months old and completely adorable.  He’s one of those happy babies who smiles, coos and plays for hours, then gets tired, fusses for five minutes and falls sound asleep.

Adorable babies are enough to brighten anyone’s mood, but that’s not the cure.  The cure is realizing how great it was to have kids that small and how FANTASTIC it is that they are older now and do not need constant attention.   They don’t fall over on their faces if you leave them sitting alone.  They don’t stuff every freaking thing they can get their hands on into their mouths.  They can feed themselves.   There are no more diapers to be changed, no breasts to be pumped (sorry, but it’s true) and no waking up every 2-3 hours for months on end.   Teething?  Thing of the past.

The list goes on and on.

As I put this sweet little boy to sleep I realized my annoyance had evaporated, and I was ready to see my world though mostly positive eyes.

But I admit, I’d still relish filling up that dumpster.

About Amy

Amy Milstein was born and raised on a farm in Indiana, but after 20+ years considers herself a full-fledged New Yorker. She is married with two kids, who do not go to school but are instead life learners. This means they learn by living in the world (real life ) instead of hearing about it and simulating it in a classroom. With her family, Amy loves to travel, read, watch movies, write, sew, knit - the list is endless.
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One Response to The cure for “general annoyance syndrome”

  1. M says:

    (giggle) So maybe it is a CONSPIRACY. Happening to me today!!