What can your husband not do?

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Mine can not make a decent cup of tea. We have been together nearly 20 years and it’s just dawned on me! He’s a lovely man, works hard, good at DIY etc but his tea skills are not up to par. On balance I think I’ll keep him but it just made me wonder!!

Hang clothes on the airer or on the line. He tries, but it looks like an angry raccoon did it and everything ends up with creases or peg marks in weird places. Also see: dishwasher stacking.

And put Marmite on his toast without tearing the bread. If he wants that for breakfast I have to make it. He'll even make the toast himself and butter it and then call me to add the Marmite.

Ha! My dh would say the same about me. He hates my tea cos I drink it weak (rarely drink it though).
He can’t find anything, I located the butter in the fridge (he doesn’t move things), also I hate how he does the dishwasher as he plays dishwasher Tetris and then things don’t clean properly.

Haha - loving all of these! DH would say that I can’t stack the dishwasher ‘properly’!

He can't navigate most websites. I think he has dyslexia although never diagnosed, and it appears impossible for him to see really obvious links (well obvious to me) and click through a website quickly. Granted some are appallingly designed, but it's torture standing behind him watching him scan the screen slooowly when I'm screaming inside Look! It's there! I have to step away

Yes! That's another one here with navigating websites and I also wonder about undiagnosed dyslexia! He's always said he can't spell, but a lot of the time, it's mixed up letters within the word.

DH finds it amusing that I can't use one of those hand held scanners while walking around the supermarket. My brain can't process the extra step of scanning the item before putting in the trolley.

Mine can't drive gently. He's so heavy footed when braking or accelerating. He can park in the tiniest gap and has an amazing sense of direction so I take a travel sickness tablet before any journeys over 45mins and suck it up.

He also can't scrape off dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I always find them sitting on the counter above it. Again, I have to suck it up. He spent 7 years doing 99.9% of the washing up when we didn't have a dishwasher.

He cannot understand that the kitchen sink is designed to get wet and therefore does not need to be wiped dry after each use.

This made me laugh. Same in this house. It's supposed to be a system which makes life easier, but always involves me returning boxers and joggers to my DS's whilst they give me back bras and all sorts of obviously womany garments (which DH sees me wearing all the time)...

He cannot work tidily. He has a very narrow focus on what he's doing and things he's used will just be put down anywhere. So when he needs them again he can't find them in the total detritus heap he works in. Components should be stored away in the little compartment drawers but no. So tiny bits and pieces get lost all the time with the added annoyance that a couple of rooms are unusable because they're filled with components n shit.

Other than that, he's great and can do practically anything he turns his hand to, including vacuuming and emptying the dishwasher, etc.

Stack the dishwasher properly. Put things away - we have a shoe rack, everyone else is capable of using this but DH insists on leaving his shoes where he took them off and bags/keys/wallet etc on the nearest available surface. Especially annoying at the moment as preteen seems to have picked up his habits. He is an amazing cook and brilliant in other ways though.

He’s weirdly unable to tell if laundry is wet or dry.

He’s emptied the machine and hung washing up on the line before when the machine hadn’t been turned on yet so it was bone dry.

Likewise when it comes to getting stuff in from the line or out of the tumble dryer he can’t seem to feel if it’s dry yet or not and ends up brining me items to check!

My late husband was fairly useless at any DIY type stuff. His expertise was elsewhere and he said time is money so would much rather hire a skilled tradesperson (or I'd do it).
Only down side was I was the one who had to hire and supervise which I didn't enjoy (though as I started flipping properties after he passed was good practice)!

Multitask. He just gets panicked.

Turn off a light. I'm the only one in the family who turns lights off.

Tackle the tupperware drawer.
I think it scares him.
I just go at it with the mindset that I'm going to eventually win the war on those non-stacking irritating little bastards.
He just leaves the clean stuff on the side above the drawer and runs away every single time.

Even with Google Maps and SatNav he still takes a wrong turn at least once on any route he's not familiar with.

Really, really struggles to pack sensibly. It stresses him out so much that he's been known to just not bother and buy toiletries and boxer shorts at his destination.

Simply cannot, cannot, cannot zip up bags, coats, lap top bag, ruc sac etc so that contents often spill out. Yet weirdly, ties his shoe laces so tightly that they regularly snap in his hands.

Genuinely cannot hear me if he's on his lap top and I'm standing next to him. He is utterly hyper focused on his work. But I can mutter something under my breath and he'll hear me from 2 rooms away and call 'What did you say?'

He cannot follow the conversation if our DDs and I are in full flow chatting mode e.g. going off on tangents, back tracking, lots of non sequiturs etc. He admits he finds it very stressful.

But he gives the best shoulder rubs, never queries my credit card bill and is awesome in bed, so he's a definite keeper.

Google things.

He's irritatingly competent and can usually work out how to fix things by himself (whereas I'm completely impractical and have never mended a broken thing in my life). But if he doesn't know something or can't work it out he'll get annoyed about it for literal months, then I'll find out the answer in 2 minutes on the internet. It's like he either doesn't realise the internet contains information or thinks that if he has to look something up he somehow loses.

He also can't stack the dishwasher to my standards, but in almost every other household area his standards exceed mine by some distance so that's an anomaly.

I can't do a worrying number of the things listed on this thread...

DIY and driving.

He's awful at both.

Funnily enough he can fix his (many) bikes though and has no problem cycling them on the roads for hundreds of miles. 🤔

So that's where he was yesterday evening!

Anything to do with the car.
Warning light? Oh it'll probably be okay, red engine light? I'm sure it'll last until the next service (10 months away)

Last time the tyre warning light came on, he looked at the tyre and thought it would be okay, so drove round for the next 5 days including 150 miles home with the warning light on. His comment "It wasn't a worry, I asked my brother and he thought it looked fine too, so there were two competent people looking at it."
My response "anyone who doesn't at least take it to get the tyre pumped up and check how low it is in 5 days cannot possibly describe themselves as competent."

Tbf I'm not sure he even knows what the pressure should be and definitely never ask him to check the oil. That was nearly me on the M25 running out of oil. Apparently the dip stick being clear wasn't enough of a warning that we might be a little low.

Drive in the UK. He has a licence from his home country and he drives when visiting there, but won't sort out getting a UK licence. I can't drive either (repeatedly failed) so we are limited with UK holidays (but fine for day to day as we're in London).

Understand things to do with medical conditions and gauge the seriousness of otherwise of a situation.

he gets worried about small things (like does DS headache = a brain tumour or has DD broken a finger when it’s just banged) but serious things (like when FIL had a heart attack or I had PPH) and it doesn’t seem to register with him. It’s like the time I called him from the back of an ambulance on blue lights and sirens with DS and he asked if he had time to take a shower…..erm no.

i genuinely don’t get it.

Cope with spiders.

Scratch my back! He's hideous at it. I'd rather writhe against a fence in a field like a cow, than ask him to do it.

Switch the heating on 🙄