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Stupid Arguments you have with your DPs/DHs (Light hearted)(63 Posts)
We've had an argument tonight because I was skyping my dad and asked DP to put dinner on, When I was showing him what to do, he did that STUPID man thing when they start walking away like they are so done with the convo, and even have that "Zoned out" look in their eyes.
Anyway an hour later I walk out the front room to see he's gone off in a sulk and not started dinner, I refuse to talk to him for being a hideous man child and he refuses to talk to me.
god knows why, I am obviously right.. ahem I am now sulking upstairs (I managed to smuggle up some snacks though bwahaha)
I'm in for a joyful evening aren't I?!
What silly things have you and your DP fallen out over?!
How DP cannot hang washing on the airer properly lol I can fit about 2 loads on it, he manages 6 things!
Enjoying some music & (a lot of) wine I talked through this is planet earth, declaring Duran Duran where a bunch of posy hair do's who couldn't sing, dance or write their own songs. I then promptly went to sleep (crawling up to bed a few hours later and passing out, I mean falling asleep.
DH the next morning decided that I had been outrageous talking through his fav song to his fav band (news to me) and, as he is so rarely in a position of rightous anger decided not to speak to me till noon. A few hours later he tried to wake me up by tickeling my arm so I would realise he wasn't speaking to me. I apparently mumbled and rolled over.
The first I knew of this tiff was him bringing me toast & tea with a hug and a kiss, declaring the it was no good, he couldn't stay mad at me :D
We had one last week about the order in which to sell things (getting ready for a big move) Obviously the answer is to just put everything up for sale at the same time and what goes first goes first, neither of us even suggested that no idea why it all ended in an argument.
I had a row earlier with DH as he unplugged the slow cooker that was cooking our curry for dinner Apparently he 'didn't think'
Why. Just why?
Had another tonight...comes in from work and took my phone off charger to charge his, despite fact Id only just plugged mine in after it dying on me at lunchtime...petty I know lol
Whether or not to eat some eggs which
were perfectly fine were past their best before date.
Whether or not to keep eggs in the fridge.
Keeping butter in the fridge.
When we played "Mr and Mrs" at Christmas and I thought his favourite food was pizza. Apparently this is a grossly offensive suggestion, OF COURSE it's sushi! WTF!? I have never even seen him eat sushi.
Dunno, we usually end up laughing at each other TBH
A huge Valentines day blow up over the Battle of Britain.
The way he hangs clothes on the dryer.
His inability to put things in the bin, next to it but not in
My inability to stop buying shoes
My inability to unpack all the shopping when it's my turn(in my defence it usually because I'm going to start cooking within the hour and I know I'm going to use that stuff)
His need to tub aware / cling film 5 left over peas that then sit and rot because they're too little.
I think you wash up as you go, he thinks that you wait till you have a pile to do.
His inability to throw anything away!
With lots of others, we do love each other really. . .
imagine you have a plane on a treadmill. The plane does not move, rather the treadmill moves
Would the plane take off?
CLEARLY, CLEARLY it would not. Why can't they see that? Grrr
They all revolve around the fridge...
- opening fridge, getting milk or juice out, sauntering away LEAVING FRIDGE DOOR OPEN!!! Drives me mad. At least new fridge beeps like an air raid siren when he does it
- buying stuff in supermarket from fridge section and putting it away in cupboard where it festers quietly. Meanwhile Angelico thinks, 'But I'm sure we had x, y or z...'
- dishing up madly out of date stuff from fridge, including fermented coleslaw etc. There was a real row over this when I was pregnant and aiming not to poison myself or the bean.
We argue cos whenever dh puts on some music I usually turn round and ask him, "Could you put on some GOOD music please?".
He tells me off for smoking Biros. I pretend to smoke pens and he tells me they are bad for me. I tell him its my first of the day and he tells me I need to quit. Then I get him to have a sly puff on my Biro. And I say "you see?".
Our best to date: Which of us has the more dysfunctional relationship with our mother
Our one serious row in nearly 20 years - how many sausages should be cooked for a family of 5.
How to empty the fucking bin. When he remembers or notices which is about once in every 10 times its empties he never ever ever puts a new bin bag in. Stabby stabby stabby.
I leave cupboards open.
He freaks out because I once hit my head on a cupboard I'd left open and passed out. He goes around behind me shutting everything and tidying stuff that doesn't need shutting or tidying!
Closest DP and I have got to an argument so far: Whether you empty out the Oats So Simple from the sachet before you use it to measure the milk or leave them in.
OBVIOUSLY you do the former!!!!!
We have arguments about things that are/aren't health risks. DH takes the Daily Mail view
Dp doesn't empty his pockets. I don't wash his trousers if he's left screwed up boxers in them. DP puts disposables on DD instead of cloth (when they were his idea).
I bring home random cats
Over food and me chucking his whole plate of chips/kebab in the bin because he was being a stubborn mule and not sharing equally thread here if you're bored
When I dreamt he was unfaithful to me with his EX-wife and couldn't speak to him all morning. I know it was ridiculous but I was so angry I wanted to kidney punch him as he lay snoring innocently next to me.
He found it hilarious btw.
Me and the ex once argued because of the Bewitched song Cest le vie.
He was adamant it was an Irish saying I was laughing to hard to put him right. He wasn't impressed. He argued till he was blue the the face!
I used the immortal words Fucking google it
Even after he saw he was wrong he wouldn't admit and sulked all night
Me and the H are in constant low level battle mode about where things should live, and how things should be done. This makes both of our lives difficult, but neither of us are prepared to back down.
- Doing The Fridge: When unpacking shopping, I like to sort the fridge so stuff past it's best goes in the bin, food is arranged in a way that makes sense and is easy to find. When he does the fridge, he packs everything in there in the same manner employed to pack a car boot for a fortnight's holiday. This then means if you want ANYTHING from the fridge you have to unpack ALL of it. Including the stuff that's gone off.
- Making the above more annoying, he believes cupboard produce such as ketchup, pickle etc that are not opened need to live in the fridge. WHY? WHY? At one point an entire third of our fridge was condiment-based. Aaaargh.
- I believe the can opener and scissors should live in the kitchen drawer, he believes they should live ANYWHERE but the kitchen drawer, which means they can never be found. We now have three can openers and about seventy million pairs of scissors.
- He thinks my drawers in the bedroom are open season for him to store any random collection of shite in. He's not precious about his own drawers either, but it's the lack of respect for my stuff that does my nut. Stop rifling through my stuff! Have a bit of respect you giant toddler!
I know I really annoy him with all kinds of other random
not annoying things, because I asked him recently. I'm not sure why. I think I expected him to say, "But dahhhling! You are the light of my life! Of course you could never annoy me!"
Nowadays, we only ever really argue about the location of items within the family home.
Naturally, I am perfectly correct in thinking that DH's hair-wax and E45 cream belong in our bathroom...for reasons only known to himself, DH believes they belong on the little console table in our kitchen?
Every morning I return them to our bathroom, and I will keep returning them until he is finally ground down out of sheer desperation, and learns the correct location for these items [stubborn]
Alterantively, DH often takes me to task for deliberately hiding a supposedly 'very important piece of paperwork' which he left carefully placed, on the corner of the sofa, 11 weeks ago...and he's now aghast it is no longer there.
Frankly, I couldn't give a shit where I have removed the 'very important piece of paperwork to' - and if he ever wants to take it further, then I know a damned feisty divorce lawyer, who will make DH rue the day he didn't buy that small filing cabinet from IKEA for £39.99, like I suggested.
£39.99...as opposed to the house, £4K maintenance a month, and half his pension unti the day I die.
[takes no prisoners...]
Our last one was over a dent in the kitchen bin, that he was appalled that I must have made while being careless/clumsy (I am a bit), and was cross about how we would need to go and buy a new one for about....40 seconds, until I reminded him that he had dented the bin when he couldn't get the bin liner our because it's a stupidly designed bin.
Generally we argue about the fact that I am a disgusting skip rat who chucks anything everywhere, and he is obsessive about tidying and cleaning. We did used to engage in a silent battle of wills over my refusal to change the toilet roll, and I would balance the new roll on top of the holder just to see how cross he could get. Until one day he HID THE TOILET ROLL. Fucking HID IT! And I didn't notice until I was mid-toilet. Bastard.
How we would spend a lottery win.
We don't play the lottery.
DP likes to do the dishes when coronation street is on. The problem is that he 'can't' do the dishes unless he has his music turned up really loud, which means I can't hear the TV. Drives me crazy!
In a painful update to my post above, just went to fridge looking for my nice carton of 'fresh' soup from supermarket... No sign of it... realised with sinking heart that husband had put shopping away.
Oh yes, there it is in the cupboard. About to explode under the pressure of its own fermentation.
I am so sorry, but that made me proper laugh
We very rarely argue but one thing I get pissed off about is DP opening the living room curtains at night before he goes to bed.
Why??? Thieves mainly come out at night, why would you leave draw the curtains back so they can look through the window to see what we have?
Gets my fucking goat it does
Another one for toilet rolls. DP couldn't find one the other day "but they are in the spare bedroom" - "No I've already looked in there". No shit Sherlock - I went in - there was 15 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
His wet towels on my side of the bed! Grr!
Packing the bags at the supermarket!!!!
We have been married in excess of 30 years, and it has taken me that long to instill in him that bread products will suffer if they are thrown in a bag with bags of flour and tins of tuna on top!!
Bloody meat in a separate carrier, its not difficult!
Eggs are fragile, do not put them in the same bag as bottles of wine!
and so it goes on, and on, and on, and I'm told I'm nagging!
There's nothing like a "domestic" at the checkout
You know that day a few years ago when Scotland got buried in snow and they had to close the motorway...that.
We had a proper screaming argument about that.
DH thinks that if you put a sofa against a radiator in a room it's "dangerous."
I have said that it's not a good idea as the heat can't get out to the room properly, and if someone throws themselves onto the sofa it could bash the radiator and damage it, but not exactly dangerous.
No, DH maintains that it is dangerous because the sofa might catch fire.
I have explained till I am blue in the face that hot water in a metal casing is not going to set fire to anything but he is adamant that he is right. He is normally the most rational, lets-be-sensible-about-this person you can ever meet. Eventually I give up and DH toddles off and hangs his trousers over the radiator to dry, unable to explain why they won't burst into flames.
And there was the argument about what constitutes half a twix, but I have posted that on here too many times already.
It damages your sofa as well - but bursting into flames? rofl
The washing up. If he cooks, I wash up. If I cook, I still have to wash up. He cannot see why I might get
enraged a wee bit cross at this.
Also, when he decides to play loud chasing games two minutes before our nearly-three-year-old's bedtime. Then he'll get annoyed that she won't sleep.
Or when he hangs empty clothes hangers on the wardrobe door. Clearly a deliberate attempt to impale me, non?
That he still hasn't painted the stairs. Seven months on.
I have painted the hall
and a few other rooms I can't reach the top of the stairs even on the ladder. It would only take an hour max. Argh!
New one as of this morning - I asked DP to wake me up this morning (my alarm clock broke last night) He done this by taping my shoulder and arm really quickly till I woke, SO ANNOYING.
I got a new alarm clock on my lunch break today, don't want him doing that again
I can relate to nearly ALL of these... which is worrying.
JamEyelid I finished painting DDs room yesterday and his job is t do the ceiling, I have bought ALL the stuff he needs and he says he will do it this weekend... We shall see!!
oldwomaninashoe Have the same argument with my DP, While smiling sweetly at the checkout lady, knowing I sound like a horrid nagger. I now refuse to go with him!
His total inability to do ANYTHING entirely by himself. There is always at least one question, or something I need to do, generally about the location of something or other, or when he gives DS his bath but doesn't let the water out or hang up the towel so really I might as well have bloody bathed him myself.
Recent one, he was putting DS to bed, which he generally does while I tidy downstairs and cook dinner. I am elbow deep in chicken and vegetables and he calls down the stairs..."DW, could you just come up and put the toothpaste on DS's toothbrush?". Needless to say I told him what he could do with DS's toothbrush.
When we're out, he always puts his wallet and phone in my bag. Fine. But this apparently means that, even when we aren't actually out, I have responsibility for his wallet and phone. And if he can't find either (which happens approximately 786 times each day), it is all my fault.
total inability to close a door
He talks to me from an entirely separate part of the house (when I am in the kitchen with the radio on) and gets cross when I don't hear him.
He dries up but refuses to put away -Grr.
He gets shirty if he rings at an inconvenient time and I don't have time to talk to him (I'm a sahm, I think he feels I should stay near the phone). He also gets pissy if I don't answer the phone.
If he tidies up, he won't put anything that's not his away, he just holds it up saying "where should this be?"
He came in at half past 12 last night and got shirty when I didn't want to chat (he'd woken me up coming in)
I think I'd better stop as I could go on for a long time today!!
He empties the clean contents of the dishwasher (except for the cutlery and saucepans) and stacks them up on the work surface, denying all knowledge of where they belong!
I end up putting them away
( we have lived in this house for 18 years and all the Ds's seem capable of emptying and putting away the contents of the dishwasher)
yy to the wallet and phone in my handbag. . . and then taking the piss out of me "I dunno WHY you always have such a big handbag"
Leaving the tv on standby rather than turning it off.
Brushing his teeth and not rinsing the sink properly.
Making me carry his things in my handbag - I hate that responsibility.
Inability to find something in the fridge without my input. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Thankfully all trivial in the scheme of rows
ahh carly we never have the tv on standby problem because DH's mum convinced him that tvs on standby is the most common cause of house fires. So our tv is always switched off at the mains!
Many arguments about how washing wasn't a big deal as I "didn't have to bash it against a rock" did I? So it wasn't hard. Did he ever put washing on...no!
His wet towels left on the top of my side of the bed. I once removed the sodden towel and tucked it on his side between the bottom sheet and the duvet. You should have seen his face.
Needless to say, I'm divorced.
He puts his washing on the floor next to the washing basket. Never in, just next to. But the day I took it downstairs and put it on the floor next to the washing machine, I was 'being childish'...
Everytime we go shopping and transfer food stuff from bag to cupboard, DP will leave one item on the work top. Everytime. Today it was a jar of olives. Why can't he put it away with everything else? I put it away, give him 'the look' and he mutters about it under his breath.
ChocolateCoins are you my mum? She complains about my DSDad who does that! Although it can often be Take Thats greatest hits!
Putting all his trousers/jeans in the wash with only one leg inside out because he has one leg fatter than the other(!)
Hanging laundry up so each garment takes up maximum space and takes at least 5 weeks to dry.
Forgetting that clothes that go in the wash also have to come out again. I made a point of not taking them out last time - they were there for a week
Needless to say he doesn't have anything to do with laundry anymore
Putting dirty clothes next to washing bin, not in.
Taking shoes off in the middle of a room and leaving them there.
Doesn't believe dusting is necessary as "if the place was hoovered regularly than there shouldn't be any dust" But he never hoovers either!
Uses every possible kitchen appliance, saucepan and bowl to cook a meal, and never clears up as he cooks.
Never puts a fresh bin bag in after removing full bin bag.
Never clears out rotting veg from the fridge.
Rarely puts a load of washing on.
Stacks the dishwasher badly apparently
Message withdrawn at poster's request.
Which celebrities are dead. Seriously, we'll be watching an old sitcom and one of us will say "it shows how old this is, he/she has been dead for decades" the other one will say "no, they're still alive" and it goes on until one of us gets up to look at Google and wave it in the other ones face saying "see? i told you!".
It can het a little heated...
Ours is the same, pacific, with the tv plug switched off, though instead dh pulls the plugs out... The reason also coming from MIL. Where did she get that from? He pulls all the plugs out, but not Sky....does he think the sky box won't set on fire then..?
Also, he insisted once that Heinz vegetable soup was more substantial than normal soup because of the vegetables....I could have sworn they are not exactly proper fresh veg, are they?
He thinks he irons better than me, although he manages to leave a shine in my work pants...
By the way, I 'allow'him to think he's good at it, that way he carries on ironing....I'm fine with the shine, really
Me not daft
Never puts a fresh bin bag in after removing full bin bag
yy to this. And then he has the cheek to complain I don't empty the bin enough - at least i dont' do a half-arsed job! <long standing row>
Also when he throws dirty dishes/cultery in the sink for me to sort out rather than just putting them in the bloody dishwasher.
Also daily fights about not stacking the dishwasher 'properly'.
Whose turn it is to hoover/dust/clean the bathroom/etc.
If we had a full-time cleaner we would never argue.
My oh has the worst memory so if he is looking for something and it's not in this one place he remembered it in 50000 years ago straight away i get "where is this" and he starts having a hissy fit if I don't get up to help him find it!
Leaving clothes on the bathroom floor after a bath. I got so fed up with this I just started putting it all back in the wardrobe (especially if it was visibly dirty) just to make him learn his lesson. He still does it.
He hoards things.
We can't go anywhere with a skip or a table top sale without having to stop.
His inability to admit he is wrong or incorrect about something. After 15 years I said "its statistically impossible for someone else to be right 15 years in a row."
We are now 23 years together and he still won't SAY he is wrong but he will give me a wink.
He uses my girly smelling shower gel when i buy him a manly smelling one.
I move his paperwork (because he doesnt tidy it)
His poo smells and makes me feel sick.
He wakes up before me and fijits around for ages before getting up....
I could go on...oh and did i mention im pregnant and incredibly hormonal (may have something to do with it!)
why cider is minging! x
he does the following......
leaving doors open.
slams them when he does shut them.
leaving lights on when not in the room.
lays on the floor after eating dinner.
rubbish memory. cant do things later as always forgets but too lazy to do them there and then.
both work FT with one 3.5 yr old and one due oct, financial issues all on my head - wil not man up and be responsible. even for his OWN ACTIONS
delievers problems which always impact us as a family whichmakes me work and stress harder.
Will not swap roles for 2 days to understand im over loaded.
always late home from work.
not always put the washing on
worry and stress and i have expectations and morals.
disappointed when i do not achieve the goals i set to move forward in life.
always waiting to do better.
correct....always wanting to do better.....
he uses my stuff and doesnt replace it.
gosh the list is endless.....shouldnt have started this
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