Everyone has that one thing that makes them tick like an exploding time bomb. That one thing, that is maybe so subtle to the rest of the world, but drives you up a wall. I just so happen to be special enough to have several things that make me cringe. Subject number one – eye boogers. That little dot of eye gunk that stares me in the face, just double dog daring me to attack the barista making my caramel macchiato’s cornea and calling it a day. Because of this pet peeve, you will often find me picking at the corner of my eyeballs to ensure that I too, am gunk free. So friends, this is my PSA to check yourself before I wreck yourself – my brother can unfortunately attest to this – poor kid. Subject number two – Repeating myself. I make my living by having children repeat themselves until they’re turn blue in the face, but if someone asks me to “say that again” it is the end of the world as we know it. My parents grew up yelling at me because I mumbled when I spoke – maybe that’s the reason my mother suggested I go into speech therapy as a career? Just the inconvenience of reformulating my thoughts to a higher pitch grinds my gears enough to say “never mind” instead of being understood. Now, I could go on and on about the things that get to me on a daily basis, ESPECIALLY working with children – for instance, the fact that I totally watched a small child lick and enjoy a giant snot rocket off of his face instead of using the tissue in his hand. I mean it was huge – he totally hit the jackpot, I get it, but for real little man – there is a time and place, preferable not in my therapy room. Or the fact that I repeatedly use the phrase “okay friends” on a daily basis as the sole way to conquer a room of 18 6-year-olds. Sometimes, I have to take a good, long look at myself in the mirror at night to remember that I am a strong, independent woman that does not need no juice box. As I confess to you all my nervous ticks, I am one – hoping you will continue to read my blog posts now that you know I am hard core judging your eye picking habits, and two, hoping some of you completely relate to and accept the little things that test your patience each and everyday. Those weird, minuscule bothers are part of what makes you who you are. They may totally keep me from being your friend, but hey you can’t win them all. So my advice to you, embrace the weird, the different, and most of all the cringe worthy.