And are too mild for the Pit. Let the rants commence.
First one: when you do laundry, they leave their clothes in the washer and/or dryer for days. Then get pissed off if I move it so I can do my laundry.
But that is mild compared to The Kitchen. I do the cooking in the house but when family puts dishes away, they put it where they want it to be (although they never use the cooking implements) OR maybe just in random spots. If all of my pans are in this cabinet, then why would you put that pan there? Why did you move where I had my cutting boards so you could put large cups there? One time Mrs. Cad said that if I wanted to put things in certain places then label the cabinets. I did and I was the asshole for labeling the cabinets … which everyone ignored anyway. I now have to take on the added chore of emptying the dishwasher, which should be the job of the non-cooks in the house, so that I can locate whet I need to cook with.
My favorite saying: “if you can lean, you can clean”.
It takes all hands helping around here to cook, serve and clean every night.
You get no excuses, save severe injury or illness, maybe breastfeeding. You’re absent. That’s it.
My biggest pet peeve is leaving exterior doors open.
Not only do you let in outside air there are dangers. Pets and babies get out un-noticed. Or outside things coming in, squirrels, birds, snakes, frogs. I won’t even discuss the insects that can get in.
Mr. Beetle drips pee on the toilet seat. Now, I’ve never been one of those women who cares whether you leave the ring up or down, I’ll check before I sit. But it irks me to have to clean it first!
I haven’t even mentioned this problem to him, because he’s so good about everything else, but maybe the time has come.
To get one of these. I had the same issue with round toliet bowls, but to my suprise the issue went away after I got one of these squaress bowl toliets.
For some reason the added corners give me a larger target that doesn’t cause splatter issues. Been meaning to start a thread on this.
Those are nice, but it would be cheaper if he’d lift the ring on the one we have. 
My husband. He still won’t put the damned dishes in the dishwasher.
He claims… Get this… “I don’t have time.”
Are you fucking kidding me? I clean up the kitchen 90% of the time and you can’t find ten seconds in the morning to put your damned bowl away?
My son… He’s five. He’s loud and he’s five. Someone asked me how he was doing the other day.
I responded, “Belligerent.”
Wait, you mean he doesn’t lift the seat when he pees standing up? Or when he pees sitting down there’s a drop or two that lands on the seat when he stands up, which he doesn’t clean? The former is major, the latter is a minor teaching moment largely needed due to aging issues with many men.
Regarding the kitchen: Since my husband does all the cooking, I have given up (by force majeure) all say in how and where things are put in the kitchen. When I am putting away dishes, if there are any I don’t know where they go (or if I don’t feel like checking 3 or 4 cupboards to find out) I put them on a towel on the counter in the general vicinity, and he doesn’t seem to mind taking them the last step. These would be mostly pots and pans and lids, because he has so many of those and they are not well organized.
I don’t wonder why I live alone.
My wife, bless her little heart, saves minute bits of food. If there is a speck of butter left in the cube, I’ll find it sitting on the counter. If there are any crumbs left in the chip bag, it’s up to me to throw it away. If there is one lonely raspberry, I’ll find it moldering away in the fridge. I discovered early on her propensity for not closing things like chip bags, jar lids, etc. It took a few accidents like a shattered mayo jar that I foolishly picked up by its lid to teach me to check those things. It’s a journey.
My main pet peeve with my father is that he takes far too long to get to the point when talking. Usually, it’s clear and obvious within the first few seconds his spiel what he is going to say and what he means, but he will take 5-9 minutes to get to the actual point, which is at the end - but was obvious from the start. I don’t like interrupting, but I often can’t help it. Nearly everything that he takes 7 minutes to say could be said in 20 seconds.
That’s an increasing habit as folks get older. They want to lay out their entire trail of background and reasoning.
Some folks start that a lot earlier in life. I’m struggling to not turn into “that guy” myself right now.
My wife has done it since we met. I’ve learned to live with it, and she knows I skim what she says for the important parts.
True story: While at my (90 yo) Dad’s during a plumbing emergency, the plumber asked: “How long has it been leaking like that?” Dad’s response: “Well… we bought this house in 1987 from an old couple that were…”
The plumber just smiled and sat down to enjoy the story.
I won’t either. After 45 years of marriage, I’ve never correctly loaded a dishwasher. And it gets completely re-arranged if I do.
I’m not being lazy, it’s just wasted effort. See also, floors, toilets, etc.
To the OP’s question about what really aggravates me…
I live in a family of serial interrupters. Most attempts to communicate are overridden by whoever is listening. I call it the “Seven Word Wall”. On average I have to compress my entire thought into the first seven words, since I rarely get to the eighth.
First the praise for what he does
Sits to pee because there ain’t no urinals in this house.
Washes the dishes about 40% of the time ( no dw)
Does his own laundry
Feeds and pills the cats every morning.
Mild fury for his aggravating quirks
Never takes his shoes off upon entering the house. NEVER! I’ve conceded defeet on that battle.
Oh eta- also a serial interrupter and notorious story teller buy you’ll never hear it told the same twice.
Sure. He probably charges by the hour.
My wife has this weird habit of doing things about 90% then just leaving them. Stuff needs to go in the fridge? She’ll stack it up on the counter right next to the fridge. Kitchen trash needs to go out? She’ll take the trash bag out of the trash can, but then set it by the door out to the garage instead of all the way out to the trash bin. (Or she’ll take it out to the bin, but then not put a new liner in the kitchen trash can). She’'ll do a sinkful of dishes, but then just leave the soapy dishes piled up in the sink instead of rinsing them off and putting them up to dry. So weird. I don’t get it.
(I’m sure there are plenty of things I do that aggravate her as well…)
Wife puts dish strainer in the large side of the sink, so, ya know, all the drips from wet kitchen stuff goes in the sink. Yes, we know they invented the plastic under-tray to put on the counter next to the sink that allows water to drip from the side - we have one of those (that I use). But, stuff she puts there to dry never gets put away unless I do that. And she keeps adding wet stuff to the top of the pile, wetting dry stuff below SMH. I’ve watched her wash large pots in the small side when it would have been much easier if all those “drying” things got put away. So the big side of the sink may be blocked from use because it’s drying and re-drying stuff. She’s a damn good cook, tho.
She is also an interrupter, but that’s not as annoying as the correcting. She’s an eager correcter, correcting of trivial and minor points to what I am saying. All. The. Effing. Time. Worthless correcting, which in itself is a form of interrupting. So interrupting with a bonus of correcting. Aggravating.
My wife has a slightly aggravating habit of verbally editing her conversation. She’ll start a sentence, then stop mid-word and go back to the beginning and repeat it, phrased slightly differently. Then stop again and repeat, with slightly different phrasing, or sometimes even the exact same phrasing. This may happen four or five times per sentence. I don’t think she’s consciously thinking that she doesn’t like what she said and wants to say it differently; it’s just a kind of a tic. I certainly do things that are much more aggravating to her; that’s all just part of being in a relationship.
Clothes folding.
I won’t go further because I have to fold. My daughter just dumped a big pile of clean laundry on my bed…aaaaccccckkkk!
Fold & stow yours. Dump the rest of the pile on her bed. Endure the screaming until they all have nothing to wear.