My grandmother was at our house when we were little kids once, and she was shocked that we all lined up by the laundry room to get our stack of clean laundry to put away in our rooms.
We were trained early.
I’m picturing you responding to whistles like the Von Trapps. 
I preach, “everyone does some work”
Not like I’m able to mow the lawn.
But, I tell you what, my right hand with thumb is in a plaster cast.
Folding was hard!
A plumber and a therapist! Hang on to that person.
When I’m with my parents and sister, all three of them constantly have the exact same conversation about Trump and co (they are very against).Over and over again. Many times multiple times in the same sitting. Now don’t get me wrong, they make good points and I agree with them. But holy shit is it boring. And the worst part part is my sister and father are damn near deaf so everybody has to shout. So there is nowhere I can hide to get away from it, nor can I listen to music or watch tv/movie/YouTube as they drown it out, even if I wear big over-ear headphones turned up to 11. And what is the even worserest part is if we go out to a restaurant in an extremely red state…
I think the same thing about all the Trump noise.
How many times and ways can you say ,“We’re screwed!”?
^This^
We have to keep the snacky things on top of the refrigerator to keep them out of reach of the Dogs with Telescoping Necks. We both love Cheese-Its so there’ll be a box up there. I’m in the mood for some crunchy cheese fun, pull down the box and find inside there are two crackers. Two.
I have two adolescents. You can imagine the things they do what aggravate me, I’m sure.
Finding reasons for not throwing them out the window is a full time job for me.
This morning I had a student come to the house for a lesson:
My son left yesterday on a trip. He was up really late Friday night, getting ready despite numberous reminders to start gathering things and packing earlier.
Somehow there were thingson Instagram that just needed to be watched, which interferred with the process until the last moment. So, naturally, he didn’t clean up after himself and the livinng room was a mess.
My daughter hates, hates, hates to be reminded to do things, but she doesn’t do things unless she’s reminded.
There were a lot of her things in the living room as well this morning and she was really pissy about being asked to help clean.
Somehow the house got clean and no one was killed so it was a successful morning.
Oh, and my daughter’s lunch box from Friday is still in the sink, unwashed. This is despite numerous reminders, etc.
I suppose the good news for any of us, but triggered by @TokyoBayer just above, is that your sentence with the kids only has a few years left to run. The one with one’s spouse is (probably) for life.
I was going to mention this, but I’m pretty sure that I do more things that aggravate my wife and kids than the reverse.
And, my daughter finally got her lunch box washed today.
There’s of course no way to run the experiment, but it would be interesting to gather stats on how many people believe they’re more or less or equally annoying to their spouse than the reverse, and also gather those spouse’s POVs on the same question.
Yeah, it would be interesting. I’m pretty sure my wife finds me more annoying. She’s probably right.
As for adolescent children, I’m sure that 99.9% of them will truly believe their parents are more annoying.
I must be much more annoying than my husband. With ADHD I’m kind of a mess. I pity my husband, especially because my son has it, too. I can’t tell you how many times I miss something obvious, forget to put something away, or just start randomly talking about something with no context. Oh, and at least once daily I have to ask him to repeat himself. And he has that double.
I think I’m more annoying to my spouse than the other way around, but I think I’m much better at hiding my annoyance.
Yep. It’s a very multidimensional problem.
How outrageous are the behaviors? How reasonable are the objections? How skilled is the coping? To what degree is there maliciousness, learned helplessness, feigned cluelessness, passive-aggressiveness vs. genuine honesty & goodwill? Etc. for another 20 dimensions of humans being human.
I didn’t know the answer to this until I happened to see him “step up to the plate” yesterday. It was my moment! So I said something like, hey, feel free to lift the ring, you’ve been peeing on the seat lately. He scoffed, and said, “Hardly ever.” I didn’t feel the need to argue that, but I bet that’ll be the end of the problem!
Now, his falling asleep with the TV volume on full blast, that’s just something I’ve learned to live with.
That would be a deal breaker for me. I need perfect silence and darkness to sleep. I don’t always get it because my husband likes to use his phone in bed, but he’s not loud, at least.
Me as well. If I can hear the TV perfectly well in the bedroom down the hall with the door shut then I know you don’t need to have the volume up to 50.
Hmm like not putting in a new trash bag after she’s hauled the garbage out, or returning the stack of cold stuff to the fridge? Or or or. J/k but that is something I would expect a spouse to notice AND take a minute to do.
But mine is aggravating in the kitchen, takes a bazillion trips back and forth to remove one item at a time from fridge and cupboard. Also holds his plate/ soup bowl in one hand and tries to fill it from the pot/pan with the other rather than setting it down to fill. Splashes on the burners, counter and floor. Gtfo 
Mr. Beetle falls asleep pretty quickly, though. I just dawdle while getting ready for bed, wait about 15 minutes, and shut it off.