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Hey. At least he crossed the sausages off the list. That was thoughtful.
My husband is a tv remote hogger. All the time, in every room. And he only watches 3 things.
Sports.
News.
Bad super hero/supernatural tv shows. The worse the show, the more likely he is to watch it.
My boyfriend somehow squishes the pillows up and they end up between the bed and the wall. Every night.Can't say much though, because I tend to steal covers. Not in the normal way though, and my talent extends to those underneath me too. Over the course of the time I spend sleeping, any covers above or below me will make their way over me and towards the floor. I rarely if ever wake up with them wrapped around or piled up on me, but there's always an excess of sheet, blanket, whatever trailing over the edge of the bed.
My SO has a bad tendency to forget just about everything. I mean it's so bad that I can ask him to check the mail on the way home when we're in the car together and less than 5 minutes away and he forgets. Almost every time.Other than that, he tends to be a cover hog too, and sometimes will roll over in bed and end up on top of me. :)
Still love him though, so it's not that bad!
Well, I've mentioned the whole "leaving his nasty, dirty socks wherever he happens to be when he takes them off" and the "interrupting my reading because he found something which amused him on the internet" (or, worse, to show off some new gear he got on WoW that I neither understand nor care about) things.He also does the "puts empty containers back into the fridge/pantry" which sort of drives me nuts, especially when I go looking for food and go "Ooh, cookies!" only to find an empty box.
The only other thing I can think of off the top of my head is that he definitely has a man's notion of "cleaning" - i.e. when he cleans the kitchen he'll make sure the dishes are done, wipe down the counter and stove, but never think to check inside the microwave, inside the fridge, or wipe the grease off of the walls or cabinets or anything.
Not that that stuff needs to be done every time, but once in awhile would be nice.
He is really good about helping with the cleaning and stuff when I decree it's time to clean, and he does most of the cooking and/or food hunting/gathering (i.e. going to the store), so, really, I can't complain too much. :>
Ooh! He's a cover hog, too. He twists & turns and in the morning I'm shivering.
My husband uses no covers. He lays on top of them. Which pins them to the bed, and makes it so I can't get any when I get cold.
Todd does the socks everywhere trick too and then goes "where are my socks?" >_<*He sweats puddles in the summer and still wants to curl up with me when he's sleeping.
He always wants the fans on even in the dead of winter.
If i get up in the middle of the night even for five seconds he rolls over onto my side or does his crazy diagonal sleep angle which and then grumbles about moving.
Also random stuff irks him out, a ton of random things! I blame the ADD.
Haha, I do the diagonal sleep thing when Bruce gets up. It's comfy!
I think my cats are more guilty of stealing my sleeping spots than the boy is. :>If I'm cold, though, I'll squiggle over to his side, steal his heat, and then get comfy on my side again.
Bruce breathes really loudly. He doesn't snore... But it still annoys the crap out of me. When he falls asleep before me I usually shake him periodically to get him readjust, and he'll stop breathing so loud for a little bit. I can't fall asleep with that racket! I need quiet.
I have a sort of ex who snored unbelievably loudly. He's also the only person I know who could sleep through a deafeningly loud alarm for a solid hour. Not hit snooze for an hour, completely sleep through it. It wasn't terribly pleasant.
That sounds horrible. I would push him out of the bed. I've been known to do that.
Yeah, it wasn't fun. He also had a serious penchant for Axe body spray.
Not the primary reason it was just an FWB thing, but it didn't hurt.
My husband refuses to clean. Says he was forced to has a kid, so he won't do it as an adult. Come on! Who wasn't "forced" as a kid? I feel like he is my fourth child.
That would have been a deal-breaker for me at this point. I had one of those. It didn't work out well.
Bruce will clean when prompted. But not to my cleanliness standards. He's "just bad at it". :P
Erica wrote: "My husband refuses to clean. Says he was forced to has a kid, so he won't do it as an adult. Come on! Who wasn't "forced" as a kid? I feel like he is my fourth child."^This. Except he doesn't say it's b/c he was forced to as a kid. He just says it's b/c he's the one with a job paying the bills, and I'm the female, so it's automatically 'my domain'. The cleaning and the cooking. Even if he just wants a bologna sandwich and chips, I gotta make it and serve it. I don't mind that part so much, b/c I don't like other people going in my kitchen and messing things up, but the cleaning gets on my nerves. I worked at a job for the last 7 years where I was the only employee out of 10 employees that had to sweep/mop/clean bathrooms/scrub windows and walls/etc, all b/c the boss was my step-dad and I'm a girl. B/c my brother who also worked there never had to clean anything. So now I hate cleaning, hate it with a fiery passion! Never used to bother me. When I was younger, I'd just crank up some music and clean away when I got bored. Now, no thanks. If I'm bored, I'll get on GR or read.
If someone 'expected' me to clean, I think my stubborn side would just kick in and refuse...Im fine with a family chore list, etc. but a man telling me I should clean because Im a girl would be cause for a strike!
Bruce was unemployed for two and a half years, so I was the sole bread winner for the family. And I did all of the cooking and cleaning as well. Yay for me :PHe did always keep up on the laundry though. That's something at least.
My husband's good with a lot of things . . . but he doesn't clean all that well, lets things pile and clutter up unless prompted. And then gets dramatic about "having" to do something like mop the floor. Yet if I have one of my overwhelmed days (I've got an infant and two year old at home and I work full time) and comment how I'd just like to hire a cleaning service to come in once and scour the apartment he gets all bent out of shape. Says to me in a righteous tone of voice "I can clean!" and then finishes up with "Just tell me what you need done."Now if I felt like telling him (which most times I don't) what really needs doing: Clean the kitchen floor, scrub down the whole outside of the stove/cabinets/microwave/toaster oven, bleach the counters, scrub the walls down, dust the blinds clean out and wipe down the fridge and fix the clutter. He'd stare at me and give me a whole song and dance about not having time, or else moan and groan and put it off until he rushes through it at the end of a night or I do it.
And Dawn, I laughed when I saw your post about the sausages. Every so often I buy myself some kind of guilty pleasure item. Something I really like and eat in small amounts. The one time it was a whole container of cookie dough that I put in the freezer, planning to nibble on it throughout a month or two. Then I went home to visit my parents over the weekend. I went to look for it when I came home and couldn't find the container. After a long search I asked my husband if he'd seen it. Answer? "Oh, um yeah, um I ate it." A whole damned tub of cookie dough in one day? Suddenly the fact that he was having terrible indigestion made sense!
My ex was the type of guy who didn't help with house work. His father, in particular, was rather sexist about letting his mother and his sisters do that sort of thing. He also used to argue that since I cared about it it was my job to clean it.Well, while that's not the sole reason I left his sorry ass it was certainly a contributing factor.
The boy might not always clean to my standards (ok, there's no 'might' about it), but he never begrudges doing his share of the house work. (And, if I politely ask him to please wipe down the walls next time, he will. He'll think I'm crazy, but he'll do it. And I would never go in after him and "fix it" - at least not while he was around.)
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Anyway, got side-tracked.
I came in to say one of the things that drives me crazy is he doesn't leave my wallet in order.
I'm one of those people that likes to have my money in order from smallest, on the outside, to largest. (I don't have to have them all face the same way, though - don't care about that.)
We order delivery a lot and we take turns paying, but he usually answers the door (as I don't like answering the door in my pajamas), so sometimes he goes into my wallet to get the money, but then he just smooshes the change into the wallet all willy-nilly. Then when I go to get a dollar bill in the morning, for parking at the train station, sometimes my heart skips a beat when I see a larger bill thinking I don't have any change! (Luckily I have half a brain and will flip through, but it just generally drives me crazy that he doesn't put it back in order. I mean, it takes, like, 5 seconds!)
Mine drinks tap water straight from the faucet. Doesn't get a cup - just turns it on, bends over, and drinks.Since I come from a household where we side-eye our tap water (and stay away from light clothes if you can help it because otherwise they will turn orange in the wash) and get it from the spring instead, it really confused me the first time I saw it. :D
My SO talks a lot - if I do not listen, he talks to himself. Distracting.'Cept when he is engrossed in something - I daren't interupt.
My SO never talks. I have to pull conversations out of him, word by word. It's annoying!
Earlier this week, I put up a list of things there were to eat in the fridge, in case he hadn't noticed them. Carrots and celery, some cucumber I had cut up for me and not finished, leftovers from my dinner, things like that. So yesterday at the store, I see a package of jalapeno chicken sausages that tickled my fancy. I grab them up, and add them to the list, and make plans to eat one tonight for dinner.
And then I get home from work, and see that my sausages are crossed off the list. I check the fridge... Nothing. He ate them. He ate them all.
It was a five pack. I'm talking big sausages, that would fit on buns. He ate. all. five. I was left with black olives and grits (not combined, ew) to eat for dinner. Woohoo.
Which brings me to the point of the topic... We all have our buttons; what thing does your significant other do that drives you batty?