The Obligatory Sad Tea Bag Wake and other kitchen nonsense...

[LadyJaye]

My OH is a lovely man, but for some reason, putting a tea bag in the food waste bin is ANATHEMA to him: we all must respect the Obligatory Sad Tea Bag Wake, where it sits pathetically by the side of (or worse, in) the sink until I can stand it no longer and put it in the fucking bin where it should have been in the first place.

What kitchen nonsense goes down in your house?

CatNoBag
Draining board jenga with wet and dry items....I believe we may be married to the same man. Does he also have a keen predilection for cheese?

@tf23

CatNoBag Draining board jenga with wet and dry items....I believe we may be married to the same man. Does he also have a keen predilection for cheese?

I think he's in the clear seeing as I'm the cheese monster in this house...

There's also the takes washing off the line, dumps it all on the bed and forgets about it until he wants to get into said bed manoeuvre...

Mine is incapable of stacking. One child takes after him and will merrily cover every available surface with dirty dishes while the dishwasher runs. The other has obviously listened to me muttering darkly to myself about the inability to stack, and will happily stack his own and everyone else's dirty dishes without being asked!

Oh, and there's also his apparent inability to notice that he's put the sharp knives in the dishwasher blade upwards...

We also have the dead teabag shrine.

Then there’s the beer bottle cap shrine. DH is apparently incapable of getting the bottle opener out, taking the cap off and then throwing the cap in the bin. The bin is literally right next to the cutlery drawer.

And finally he’ll drain a saucepan, somehow not see the pasta/vegetables/rice that’s escaped with the water and that’ll sit in the sink until I clean it up. I think DH still believes in the housework fairies!

i am the only person in the house who knows how to work the swishy shower tap....no one else realises that if you swish it, the bits go down the plug hole and the coffee slops do not leave disgusting looking stains in my white sink

also dh cannot fold clothes, or distribute clean laundry he sort of layer it into a Gateau of Clothes and then will place the basket somewhere, with no regard to who the clothes belong to, or the fact that the teatowels might be better not to be hidden in the back bedroom when the teatowel drawer is right fucking there

oh and the corkscrew, he NEVER ever takes the bastarding cork off it.

We have a carousel for the saucepans/frying pans which needs to be quite carefully stacked or it won’t turn. So every time DH stacks it, he likes to put the single egg pan at the bottom of the pile, beneath the giant wok and the cast iron griddle etc, so it all falls off with a crash the moment you turn it. I seem to spend half my life getting all the pans out to restack properly. Same goes for the plate cupboard - tiny saucers go at the bottom, under the biggest serving dishes, apparently

My DP is the same with the fucking teabags. I have a little cat shaped spoon rest next to the kettle and for some reason he’s decided it’s where the teabags sit to dry off for days on end.

Stacking wet washing up on top of dry, and a predilection for cheese, you say? Now that’s very familiar.

Another favourite is when he’s unloading the shopping, anything he regards as nothing to do with him ie pet food, baking supplies, toiletries he leaves in a pile on the work surface because he ‘doesn’t know where it goes’. Even though I’ve carefully explained in simple words that the pet food goes in the pet food cupboard, the baking supplies go in the baking cupboard, the toiletries go in the toiletries cupboard. Fiendishly complicated I know.

@Sunbird24

My ex used to do that with the teabags. The bin is literally 2 steps from the kettle, but no, he had to get a little bowl out of the cupboard and put that on the side to put the teabags in instead. I don’t get it!!

I do. I can't put a hot wet teabag in the bin, I leave it on a dish to dry out and bin it when dry.

My ex had many annoying habits, but two domestic ones that spring to mind are - screwing up biscuit wrappers (KitKat, mainly) into tiny balls and dropping them into a cup he has just drunk coffee from, meaning they stuck a bit and got soggy, but had to be fished out by hand, and being tiny were impossible to get hold of, but due to the wet they also wouldn't just tip out.
I gave up and just left his cups dirty. (We had our own mugs as I liked china and he liked ones with photos on).

Also, he frequently put eardrops in his ears (no idea why) and then stuffed a little wodge of cotton wool in his ear (even though the ear drop instructions say not to) and these would fall out around the house and in the bed, with yellow gunge on the inner end! Ear bogies I called them. But it made me feel sick!

Oh the art knife balancing, on its side, blade side up, hanging over the edge of the sink. The perfect place for sharp objects.

And the tea towel that's required to be housed over the arm of the sofa. The first place I go hunting when I've done the washing up and dripping soap suds through the house whilst yelling where have you hidden the bloody tea towel!

Ah and the oven glove of many flavours. Used to mop up any greasy spillages rather than use some kitchen roll ( and the reason I have separate oven gloves for me to use )

My DH doesn't do any of these things, leading me to the unwelcome conclusion that the person with the annoying domestic habits must be...me.

Bin day.
It's been the same for nearly 25 years here.

My life is never full enough that i have to have bin day remembered by dh.

But his is.

Where am i going wrong?

( and don't even start me on what bin it is this week..)

@VanGoghsDog I wouldn’t have minded if he’d actually binned them when they dried out, but he used to just put another wet one on top! 🤦‍♀️

If it's any consolation LadyJaye my dh does that too - teabag left in the sink beside the recycling caddy on the right hand side. BUT the teabag is in a mug in the sink. The dishwasher is just to the left of the sink. Aghhh
And he puts his used glass in the sink instead of in the dishwasher beside the sink.

@iklboo

love your post - made my day

My other half will put teabags in the bin - no bother.

But there will also be an amazingly large collection of food 'scraps' in the sink. Sometimes enough to constitute another meal [if you were willing to eat it] - but he will never see or acknowledge this. Bizarre.

He will fret and moan about the drains being blocked though. Which occurs every few weeks.

Maybe he thinks I enjoy scooping out the 'glops' from the sink on a regular basis - (I don't you lazy bastard)

Does X go in the compost?
Read the list by the compost caddy...
It's easier to ask you...

My DP is telepathic, and the Guardian of All Necessary Things, it would appear. He knows exactly which drawer/ cupboard/ appliance to lean against when I am trying to access the contents.

@tunnocksreturns2019

In defence I really hate it when people put steaming hot tea bags straight in the compost caddy which then gets all condensationy and steamy and stinky. Mine go on a little tea bag leaf by the kettle until they are cool, then I put them in

Unless you get plastic free teabags, they shouldn't go in the compost anyway. Sorry!

Oh my god the f ing tea bags OP. It’s the same here. Drives me insane.

The other one is putting dishes away off the drainer. It’s like a competition to see how many he can stack on there. He seems to think they miraculously make their own way into the cupboard. Sometimes followed by “I couldn’t do the washing up because there was no room on the drainer “.

Give. Me. Strength.

Hanging cloths or tea towels over things

Over the tap, on any handle

We have a dead teabag pyramid here because I get the rage if anyone dares to put it in the food waste bin whilst hot, bleurgh the condensation inside the lid is revolting. They are only allowed in when they are like withered husks.

Apparently I give dh the rage at the weekends when he's off. Our milk is delivered in lovely glass bottles so when I get up on a Saturday morning I leave the bottle on the side, I know the entire bottle will be gone by lunchtime so it's not going to go off. I like room temperature milk in my coffee but every fucking week he puts it back in the fridge declaring he doesn't want rancid milk in his drinks, every fucking weekend.

And lo, the cupboards are sealed with the magnet of power, to prevent the wilful baby from flinging all within. But alas, the DH insisteth on losing said magnets and denying all knowledge and verily, we are at risk of our provisions being sealed from henceforth until forever.