Inconsequential but HIGHLY irritating things your DH does

Will literally wait until I’ve just cleaned the bathroom to shave. The rage it induces hearing the razor starting up when the sink has only been clean for 0.02 seconds

Sorry, posted twice somehow😕

Leaving pots/utensils and mixing bowls on the surface after he empties the dishwasher. He literally leaves serving spoons out right next to the utensil pot!!

My DH will walk into whatever room I'm in, stop, stare silently at the tv for about 30 seconds, then ask "what's this that's on?" . Every. Single. Time. I know he's not done anything wrong really, but it drives me nuts 😤

Carefully draping wet jeans over wet t shirts, wet socks and wet dresses because 'there's not enough room' on the top two bars to put everything separate.

Pathological aversion to closing cupboard doors, stacking crockery in size order (two perilous towers of china with at least 3 mugs and a glass poked in around them waiting to fall out of the open cupboard at head level instead of 4 perfectly neat and manageable stacks).

The dishwasher. I'm not sure how it makes sense, but it looks like he stores everything in a soggy cardboard box for at least a week before tipping them into the perfectly well designed rack in a heap.

See also putting glasses and cups in the bottom rack and leaving the pots out because 'there's no room', ignoring the fact that not only would there be room if the glasses and cups were in the correct rack, I bought a dishwasher that has collapsible spokes so large pots can lie flat.

Washing up by hand. Why? A) We have a dishwasher. B) It only happens once he's run out of other things so it's all cluttering the side. C) He does it with practically cold water, doesn't scrub, doesn't rinse and then leaves it on the side to put dirty stuff on top of it because he CBA to shove it into the cupboard until he can't access a square foot of countertop.

Always walking either ten foot ahead because he's forgotten that I can't walk fast or dawdling just out of my peripheral vision so I know he's there somewhere but he'll never be visible until he cuts straight across me.

Napping. It is not a hobby. Just stay up, then turn that damn phone off instead of keeping yourself awake half the night with podcasts and radio shows and then scuttling back to bed at the first available opportunity on the grounds of being 'tired' (but won't sleep, will stay awake with eyes shut, listening to more sodding podcasts for hours). If I was ill and actually needed to go to bed straight from work, it's guaranteed that by the time I came out of the bathroom, he will have run up the stairs and hurled himself into bed first.

Mumbling. It should not be a surprise to him after all these years that I haven't been miraculously cured of deafness. Speak to my face, not the side of my head.

Lovely, lovely man, but oh, my God, he has the spatial awareness of a dairy cow in a toilet cubicle.

Do you not have tea towels ?

My DH also does the windscreen wiper thing. He waits until visibility is zero then puts the wipers on. Not only that but when the rain stops he doesnt switch the wipers off and lets them screech across the dry windscreen until im screaming at him to switch the bloody things off Grrrrrrr

Sniffs. All the time.
Thinks he's a fantastic cook when he hardly ever cooks
Doesn't read books and, when we're having a conversation about books with friends, starts going on about one he read 10 years ago, and expects a medal.

Oh no.. reading as a woman thinking I do some of these things. I probably am annoying at times!

Omg, it’s incredible how similar men are!!
Leaving dishes by the sink or dishwasher.
Crumbs left on the kitchen surfaces. Always.
Not shaking wet clothes before drying them.
Randomly shoving pots and pans in the cupboards.

How are they wired??

This drives me absolutely insane! Especially as he doesn’t do the ironing.

Also, they don’t bloody dry properly, It’s like he doesn’t know how evaporation works…

Same 🤣

Are we married to the same person? Yes, random things just left by the side of the sink unwashed. Usually a water bottle or similar.

Leaves a pile of crumbs on the kitchen surface every time he makes toast. Every time.

Walks past stuff on the stairs that needs taking up ‘didn’t see it’ apparently

Puts saucepans in the top shelf of the dishwasher despite being told multiple times that they need to go on the bottom shelf.

Drips Toothpaste every fucking where. The floor, the sink, the mirror…

He’s away 2-4 nights a week so a lot of the “getting the kids ready” admin falls to me.

when he’s at home, he still leaves me to do that admin, while he focuses on doing the laundry or dishwasher or whatever.

drives me nuts because at 630am that IS NOT A PRIORITY! We need to get the kids ready and out the door. The dishwasher or laundry can wait till they’re at school (as he has a whole day off to do it while I’m at work!).

Literally just now, puts dirty dish in sink and leaves it so I have to move it to drain the pasta noodles. Might I have one side of the sink clear!!

Doesn't believe in wrapping up food/putting in an airtight container etc when storing leftovers in the fridge.
Imagine half a roast chicken left on a plate to 'air' 🤢🤢🤢

Always leaves at least one thing unwashed when doing the washing up. It’s usually something I’ve used like my travel coffee mug. No idea why but it’s highly irritating.

Leaves plates and mugs on the side far from the sink and the dishwasher. When I moan says he wants to reuse them. Infuriating for me, acceptable for him.

Leaves a bit of water in the washing up dish from getting a drink etc.

Drives with his coat on and the windows open so everyone else is freezing.

Another one for the wipers. Tells me he doesn't need them as much because he's put a some special stuff on that beads...

Bumps into me or knocks me every single time he passes me. My body winces and feels him approaching.
cant help it poor soul

Puts a bin bag in the bin without fluffing it and tucking it in nicely, and then just afterwards proceeds to put a load of rubbish in it completely oblivious to the fact that none of it has gone IN the bin bag.

defrosts the stew I made and put in freezer, and he’s ’made tea’ apparently….no acknowledgement at all that the only reason there’s a fucking stew to fucking defrost is because I made it. Breathe.

This. Plus the incredibly loud and showy yawns he does, particularly on days when he’s had far more sleep than me.

Puts away things I’ve left out specifically to remind me to use it, pack it etc - (he knows I don’t usually leave things out without reason), whilst ignoring all the things he hasn’t put away because he has ADHD. It makes me so unreasonably mad!