Also, that often means mixing colors which I hate. I usually like to do seperate loads for reds, whites and light colors, and then dark colors. I"m actually quite good at using the red towels when I know a load of reds needs to be done, for example.
He doesn’t literally run to get to wherever we’re going, but he does start walking fast, and doesn’t wait for me to catch up.
He seems to think it’s OK to leave car doors unlocked if the car is in the garage. This isn’t so much of a problem now that I just lock all the doors with the remote keyless entry thingy. It was annoying back when I had to reach over or walk around the car to lock his door.
He knows that, if we’re walking together and he’s behind me, I won’t know if he stops to look at something. My hearing’s not great, and my peripheral vision is lousy (because I wear glasses, so everything’s blurry out there). But he doesn’t always let me know when he’s stopping to look at something.
I did use my lousy peripheral vision to train him not to leave cabinet doors open, though. I’m very likely to whack my head into any cabinet door left open.
Mr. Neville knows better than to get between me and my morning coffee. He knows I’d go upstairs and wake him up by ripping at his face like a rabid wolverine if I thought there was any chance he’d done that on purpose. I’m mean in the morning before I get my coffee.
Oh, man, that is INCREDIBLY rude.:mad:
It’s not like I’m subtle. I can bite his head off over nothing, or calmly tell him I’m in a bad mood and he should leave me alone, and both are equally ineffective ways of getting him to LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.:mad:
Yeah, I make him get it for me wherever he is no matter what he’s doing.
You might want to let him know that your car insurance probably won’t cover theft of an unlocked vehicle, regardless of where it is stored.
If I forget something it’s my fault. If she forgets something it’s my fault. I should have reminded her.
When I go to bed extremly tired and say goodnight she thinks that this is a good time for a long talk.
She says she understands why I want to go on the golf outing I’ve been going on for 10 yrs, (we’ve been together for 6 yrs so I’ve been doing this before we ever started seeing each other),then she complains that I’ve been gone for three days and she had to take care of the house on her own and she never gets to get away on her own(she does).
Better quit now or I may decide I’m not as happily married as I think I am.
You may want to go for the rabid wolverine approach instead. It would probably make you feel better and be better at deterring him from doing it.
I will tell him that, next time it comes up. I’ll also remind him that garage doors can open on their own. My grandparents had a problem with that in 1989 that I suspect might have had to do with the solar storms that year. Or maybe someone else on their street just got a door opener that interfered with theirs, and got rid of it or stopped using it soon after.
Now, that’s annoying.
I have a similar problem, but it is with my roommate, not my SO.
She cleans the bath tub with a kitchen sponge. Not one of the brillo-steel-wool-of-death sponges, but the dainty little sponges used for fancy dishware. It does nothing. I could do a better job of cleaning the bath tub with spit and rubber bands! I have a scrub brush right on the side of the tub but she insists that she must use a sponge. I can tell when she has “cleaned” the bathroom because everything looks spotless but there is so much soap scum on the tub that if I move even a fraction of an inch in the shower I will slip and bust my head open on the faucet, causing me to die an embarrassing, naked death. Then she gets sad when I go in and clean it properly behind her.
Thank goodness here in a couple of months I will be moving in with my boyfriend. Not only does he clean things properly, but if I say to him, “Honey, when you do X I would prefer you do it this way because of Y and Z” he will think about it and if he agrees he will do it my way and if he has a counter argument he will tell me why he chooses to do it that way and we can decide between us which way is best. Just one of a million reasons why I love him!
First off, he’s a good guy and I love him. Now that that’s been established:
- He has to have the TV on almost all the time, including while he’s falling asleep. Most nights, I turn over, prop up a pillow to block the light, and lie awake until either the TV goes off, or he falls asleep and I turn it off myself.
- His parenting style is authoritarian and he’s easily irritated by kid noise, or needs, or presence. My kids are teenagers and they don’t need much, but if we’d had kids together and raised them from birth, we’d be divorced by now.
- Road rage. He doesn’t actually scream and gesture at people, but he’s pissed off the whole time he’s driving. How dare all these other people use his road at the same time he wants to use it?
- He doesn’t like for me to go anywhere alone, especially after dark. (That’s not to say he doesn’t allow it.) I’m a grown woman and sometimes I really like to be alone.
Jeez, what an asshole I’ve made him out to be. Some other time I’ll tell you all the good stuff. 
Hmm…
He snores and it wakes me up. Every night.
Procrastination. The light fixture in the kitchen has been hanging askew for over a year because he keeps procrastinating on fixing it properly. His family is full of procrastinators and indecision.
You know what? I’ve got nothing else. I can think of more things that I do that are irritating;
I poke him every night until he stops snoring. That way, neither one of us gets solid sleep. Yay!
I fall asleep with the light on every night.
Definitely not Mrs. Clean, althought it is getting better. I’ve donated a huge amount of random crap this year. It’sDeductible.com rocks!
Procrastination. The living room has been quasi-painted for almost two years.
PMS. As long as he leaves me alone, we’re OK. It’s never a good idea to poke the troll to see what will happen.
I kill the flowers in our garden just about every year. I start out all ambitious, then forget and neglect to water them for several days. They obligingly keel over. Good thing for ornamental trees and bushes and perennials - they do OK even when ignored.
I talk too much.
I wonder what else he would add if he saw this?
*sigh
Should we tell her?
I say we tell her.*
That will change. You will degenerate into passive-aggression and rabid-wolverine-ism.
You can have all the good intentions and intelligent problem solving skills and manners …oh, and love … in the world and you will still find yourself shrieking at him for hiding the coffee, not because he hid the coffee, but really because he never puts the damned broom back beside the refrigerator.
Couples fight.
Friends don’t let friends plant annuals.
We should swap husbands for a while. You and Crusoe can live together in blissful tidiness, while your husband and I eventually suffocate when our piles of stuff reach critcial mass and collapse in on themselves.
It’s not like he’s perfect though…
- TIDIES MY PILES OF STUFF! God damn it, man, how I supposed to find anything now??!
- Doesn’t like rice? Try doesn’t like pasta. Or potatoes in any form but chipped or roasted. Or melted cheese. Or meat on the bone. I could go on…
- Obsessively orders bin bags until we have more black plastic in our cupboards than your average sado-masochistic sex shop.
Whereas I:
- Have a “mans” attitude to cleaning. I just don’t notice it needs it till he points out.
- Frequently don’t listen, and take a guess at the correct response. A question such as “what’s for dinner?” is frequently answered with “love you too babe”
- Have a tendancy to come home late, drunk, and smoky, often with equally late, drunk and smoky friends who’ve missed the last tube home. Usually on a work night, too.
On the whole, I think I have the better part of the bargain!
The Mrs. will often distract me from what I’m trying to do by taking her top off.
It always works.
That’s about all I can think of at the moment.
[sub]And actually, I think I’m probably bragging, not venting[/sub]