You put a misspelling in every label on purpose? Is that like an OCD thing or something?
It is the volunteering/promising and not doing it… passive aggressive as all hell. He also likes to open windows in the summer; from the top. He can reach up and close them, I have to move furniture so I can get a stepladder.
People break stuff, no big deal. Stuff gets thrown out, no big deal, especially because the person cleaning gets automatic right of way. But don’t pull me into the bullshit.
AH-HaH! I could do that! If he throws out the new doorbell, I am getting a pug. He is sooo allergic.
My grandfather cooked green beans like that, with a little flabby bacon. Did your husband lean to cook from an old southern woman?
I think Maastricht’s evil plan is great. A minor misspelling on every label and I would know which ones he’d looked at, because of the newly applied red ink. Genius, Maastricht, genius!
Not picking on you in particular conurepete, but,
Whats the deal with passive agressive you and others bring up?
Sounds more to me like passive passive to me 
And as someone once quiped, it sure as heck beats agressive-agressive!
As someone noted, they hate being told something will be done and it aint.
I wonder how many of those folks would take something like “Nope, not going to do it. Got too much on my plate. Try someone else” Yeah, right that will go over just dandy :rolleyes:
For every person claiming they are doing all the “work”, there is probably another claiming that, but in reality only seeing what they “do”, while being oblivious to the work the other person “does”. God only knows what the truth is.
Speaking in generic terms here, nobody in particular in mind here.
did he ruin the beans or you just couldnt stand the fact that wasnt the way you’d do it?
not optimuim for sure, but it is workable.
You guys rock. And my spelling [del]sux[/del] [del]sucs[/del] is awful.
Oh, this story rings a bell for me (ha!).
It took six years to get the doorbell I kept asking for. I would have gone ahead and bought one of the remote ones - you know, where you don’t need to run wires to the box - but that wasn’t good enough for him. He kept insisting that we had to get a wired one because the wireless ones don’t always work properly. I wasn’t even going to try to install one of those - I am not a “get up in the roof and run wires” kind of girl. I argued in vain that a wireless doorbell that works some of the time is still an improvement on no doorbell at all, but there was no budging him on this.
One weekend, sick of missing everyone who came to the door, I suggested we go buy a doorbell and he said money was too tight. Then he went and impulse-bought a $120 kitten and all the necessary accessories for her. Don’t get me wrong, the kitten was a great addition to our lives but didn’t really solve the whole “Is someone at the door?” problem, and cost a great deal more than any doorbell I’d ever seen.
Anyway, after six years we finally got a doorbell that he approved of and he installed it. A whole weekend of screaming, cursing and holes in the walls in random locations later, voila! A doorbell that you have to be standing next to to hear (as long as there’s complete silence and you’re listening carefully) - he’d run the wrong kind of wire and it wasn’t carrying enough voltage, so it rang with an almost imperceptible ding dong. Months later he finally ran another wire, and we had a working doorbell at last.
Then we split up and I moved out.
I would be okay with him admitting he was unable to deal with the taxing complexity of going to the store to get me a new doorbell.
But I would fail to understand how this same person would be able to operate a car, order a meal, or put his pants on before leaving the house.
Make that a quint.
Boy, husbands sure are passive-aggressive, lazy perfectionists! And don’t get me started on wives, what with their always doing things some people don’t like!
See? Shoulda gotten a pug. Two birds with one stone and all that.
I asked my husband if he would clean the bedroom this weekend, while I cleaned my elderly Dad’s bedroom and study.
He went so overboard it was funny! Six hours - he cleaned the ceiling fan, dusted everything, moved the king size bed and vacuumed behind it and everywhere else. He shampooed the carpet! He took down the curtains and would’ve washed them, but I did it for him. Our bedroom is clean! As are Dad’s rooms - he had to shampoo the study due to coffee spills.
I’m blessed with a man who does handyman projects in OD mode. My only bitch is that he never quite finishes. I think he gets bored and moves on.
We do, however, have a working doorbell after he replaced the front door. But we still have bare, unmudded drywall on the inside of the door. :rolleyes:
I love him to death, though.
I was thinking the same thing as I wrote it!
What about wives who tell a husband what they want done and when he starts doing it, they hang around looking over his shoulder telling him how to do it? Basically, if you know you want it done and know how to do it, just do it. Better yet, if he agrees to do it, leave him the hell alone while he does it.
This thread made me look up doorbells even though I really don’t need one because I’m bored like that, and I found the coolest thing: a pet-sensing doorbell. You put collars embedded with a special wireless key that, on its own activates a chime that lets you know that your pet is near the door (this could get annoying), or with the optional Automatic Locking Pet Sensing Door, your pet can let itself in and out.
Disclaimer: I’m not associated with whatever companies make and sell this product, and I don’t even know if it works as well as advertised, but it sure sounds cool as hell, doesn’t it?
You have got to be kidding me. It’s not about how I do it–it’s about doing it at all.
I am not a house proud woman. I hate to dust; I live with the moderate clutter that comes from having 3 kids. I do insist on clean bathrooms, a clean kitchen and basic hygiene. It’s never been about (and this thread is not about) doing it “the right way”.
No, he didn’t learn from an old Southern woman and there was no bacon fat involved at all–I’m talking about a can of beans put in an inch of water(with the beans still in the can), in a cast iron frying pan, to heat them up. (I see I didn’t mention that salient detail–sorry!). You may cook this way, but I’m taking a wild guess here and thinking that most people do not prepare their food using this method. It is neither cute nor quaint.
You are not going to convince me (or anyone else) that he is sitting over there thinking that he does all the work. What he has told me (and it’s on the list of How This Marriage Failed aka A Terrible Warning to All) is that he wishes he lived back in the day of June Cleaver --the 1950s, IOW.
You didn’t answer my question: I listed some (not all) of my daily responsibilities. I also listed his. Yes, he works FT. Yes, he does the taxes. Yes, he (sometimes) cuts the grass. That is all he does. So, my question is this: why am I supposed to do all the chores/shit? Why is one partner (because there are plenty of marriages where the inequity swings the opposite way) to be so burdened while another is not?
You can’t mean your door is made of drywall do you?
Spot on! If more people could recognize this in themselves, we’d all get along much better in relationships.
Er… ya me neither.