Being served on a checkout in a supermarket when the checkout operator doesn't even say hello to you whilst they fling your groceries through because they are too busy making idle gossip with a colleague or another customer.
The ever-increasing pile of empty toilet rolls being stacked in the bathroom when I am ALWAYS the only one to bring them downstairs and put them in the recycling. We're up to six, currently, and I grate my teeth every time I go in the bathroom.
The fact that I can go from dropping hints to stating the fucking obvious that we NEED to do something about X and DP says "yes, we do" but has ZERO intention of helping me with it before moaning if I do it and he doesn't like the outcome.
Every single time DP takes our toddler out of the high chair after a meal, he never, ever cleans the tray which attaches to the chair. When he's at work and I bring DD downstairs for breakfast in the mornings and pop her in the high chair, I have to first scrub off pasta bake sauce (or similar) which has OBVIOUSLY set like concrete overnight and is now bordering on impossible to shift.
9.30pm. I'm knackered after a day of chasing a toddler whilst 7 months pregnant. I say "wake me up when you want to go to bed". "Will do". I nod off on the sofa and wake at 2am to a pissed off DP. I say "why didn't you wake me?" and the reply is always "you looked so peaceful but now I'll only get 4 hours sleep before work".
Toddler throwing handfuls of food on the floor every sodding mealtime.
Provide rabbits with 12ft pen in purpose-built shed. Wherever we put litter trays, they wee next to them on the carpet. Provide four litter trays, rabbits empty the trays of wood-based cat litter onto the carpet and wee on it there instead.
"We need to ring X tomorrow and sort out Y". Roughly translates to "YOU need to ring X to sort out Y".
DP complains of back pain and associated symptoms. I pester him to ring the doctors at 8am for an appointment. DP agrees. Five days later when pain is worse, DP rings the surgery at 8am, get through then immediately hands me the phone to explain the problem to the receptionist. Nah, not this again buddy. I'm not your PA!
Friend messages for the first time in 18 months to say hi and invites me for a coffee. I trek with toddler across the city and friend doesn't show up, or ring, or message, until two hours after the agreed time when I've given up and am heading home, to say her anxiety is bad and can't leave the house. Sympathies, but I could well have done without that waste of time and money when you could have told me before I left the house. Cheers.
And so, so many more.