I love my DH but….

[AnonyMumAuDHD]

sometimes fantasise about slapping him silly with a wet kipper.

After 34 years will he ever flipping learn:

… how to stack the bloody dishwasher more efficiently? So fed up with re-stacking it over and over again. He sees how I’ve re-stacked it every time he empties it. It’s not rocket science.

… or how to properly flatpack cardboard boxes so that you can squeeze more in to the recycling bins? I mean, simply squashing them a bit and shoving them inside is just an epic fail as I eventually have to dig out all the boxes and redo it all when the bins get too full.

Lighthearted thread to moan and laugh at the apparent daft things our other halves do that drive us fricking potty… but we still love them.

Yep, I hear you. I love my DH, but……. Every time he leaves his sandwich crumbs on the chopping board, and little sticky teaspoon from the honey, is him moving one step closer to being stabbed in the head with a fork

Oh yes - and for some reason mine seems to be allergic to using the perfectly practical, stackable Tupperware boxes that breed in the cupboard, choosing instead to use the biggest plate he can find and meter of clingfilm for a couple of sausages and bacon that were left over from his weekend fry up?

My husband does the dishwasher apparently" I wash 5 plates and a spoon" i don't but hey ho I let him do it, if your husband isn't up to your standards either do it yourself or just let it go,! Saying that my husband leaves crumbs everywhere you can see where he has been by the crumb trail !

Mine is great with the dishwasher. He stacks is really well. Better than me. Puts in the capsule, closes the door.

Never remember to turn the bloody thing on though.

I love my DH to bits, but....

Currently he is suffering from the heat. He has a medical condition which makes the heat more difficult for him... but so do I! My solution, for myself, is to wear loose, cool, clothing made of natural materials, sit in a cool room with a fan, drink lots of cool drinks and I don't go out or try to do anything energetic in the heat of the day. He doesn't have a solution. He tries to do everything he used to do during the middle of the day. He wears man made materials. He doesn't drink enough. And he refuses to wear a sun hat or sun screen despite going bald. The really annoying thing is that he will then sit on the sofa telling me all the things he 'needs' to do (he doesn't) and then saying in a weak and trembly voice how unwell he feels.

He is totally incapable of washing plastic containers properly or stacking the draining rack in any kind of sensible order (we do have a dishwasher but I won't have anything plastic or sharp knives washed in it), but he insists on doing the washing up. The upshot is that I end up refusing to empty the draining rack because everything falls off, and I have to re-wash all the plastic containers anyway. Oh - and if he is hand washing a saucepan, or anything really, he will wash the inside but NEVER the outside!

He insists on unloading the dishwasher but he never puts anything away!

He insists on being helpful and doing things for me ALL the time! Most of which I don't even want him to do.

He finishes my sentences with totally random things I certainly was never going to say.

He has control of the television remotes AND there are 4 of them (one for the soundbar) so I have no idea of which does what. I have told him and told him I just want one remote (apart from the sound bar) and I'm really not bothered if we don't have 4 different ways to watch the same programmes).

He farts - terrible room-clearing farts. It's not his fault, his medications give him terrible foul-smelling wind. But it is one of the reasons we now sleep in separate rooms.

I absolutely adore him, but these things drive me mad!

I love my DH to bits, but....

Currently he is suffering from the heat. He has a medical condition which makes the heat more difficult for him... but so do I! My solution, for myself, is to wear loose, cool, clothing made of natural materials, sit in a cool room with a fan, drink lots of cool drinks and I don't go out or try to do anything energetic in the heat of the day. He doesn't have a solution. He tries to do everything he used to do during the middle of the day. He wears man made materials. He doesn't drink enough. And he refuses to wear a sun hat or sun screen despite going bald. The really annoying thing is that he will then sit on the sofa telling me all the things he 'needs' to do (he doesn't) and then saying in a weak and trembly voice how unwell he feels.

He is totally incapable of washing plastic containers properly or stacking the draining rack in any kind of sensible order (we do have a dishwasher but I won't have anything plastic or sharp knives washed in it), but he insists on doing the washing up. The upshot is that I end up refusing to empty the draining rack because everything falls off, and I have to re-wash all the plastic containers anyway. Oh - and if he is hand washing a saucepan, or anything really, he will wash the inside but NEVER the outside!

He insists on unloading the dishwasher but he never puts anything away!

He insists on being helpful and doing things for me ALL the time! Most of which I don't even want him to do.

He finishes my sentences with totally random things I certainly was never going to say.

He has control of the television remotes AND there are 4 of them (one for the soundbar) so I have no idea of which does what. I have told him and told him I just want one remote (apart from the sound bar) and I'm really not bothered if we don't have 4 different ways to watch the same programmes).

He farts - terrible room-clearing farts. It's not his fault, his medications give him terrible foul-smelling wind. But it is one of the reasons we now sleep in separate rooms.

I absolutely adore him, but these things drive me mad!

Mine has a million little, really annoying habits. I can't list them all, be too long.

Most annoying thing is leaving everything at his arse. Whatever it is, he leaves it. Cup of tea on sofa? Mug left there. Opened a letter? Envelope left there. Fix something in the house? Tools left there when finished. It's endless, it's daily. He says he just doesn't think and is onto the next thing to do. Honestly, I have two options, call him back to finish the job, or do the cleaning myself, either way feeling like his mum is not attractive!

Mines does too - I once bought him a mug that said 'my farts hospitalise small children'. He did take it with good grace. I miss the days when he'd not fart in the room when he was trying to impress me.

We are the opposite. I am the messy disorganised one and he is meticulously clean and efficient at everything he does. He is obsessed with finding the most effective way of doing things. Washing up done and stacked like a work of art (and the put away promptly), cleans and tidies as he goes, car loaded up like some kind of spatial genius. Love it !!

I love my DH, but: toilet rolls, aaargh! Uses a roll a day, by my reckoning & is apparently incapable of replenishing the toilet roll holder or putting the cardboard inner into the paper & card recycling bin.

Do we have the same husband? It fucking drives me potty!

T bh I’m really appreciating my DH today because my sisters DH is retired now and always at home doing FaceTimes with fellow codgers from his Men’s Group! Omg. Way Past middle age and still navel gazing on the daily. The tedium!
Im relieved at my house it’s just Football all the time, honestly.

He matches my underwear in colours in my drawers instead of having a drawer for bras, one for pants and one for socks he’ll put the blue bras with blue pants beside the blue socks, the pink bra with pink pants beside white or pink socks…

Our kitchen cupboards are pristine, he tidies them every day. I’m a shover in type of person, he lines all the bottles and jars with the labels facing outwards, the fridge is the same.

When he hoovers the hall he makes jaggy lines in the carpet - drives me nuts. I don’t touch the dishwasher because I don’t stack it properly apparently.

He doesn’t have any dirty habits and he’s super organised. Travelling anywhere is like a military operation if it involves airports. I love him to bits though.

I recognise several of these - the remote control thing: he puts the sport on [don’t really mind as he works away in the week] but promptly falls asleep, after an hour of cricket commentary punctuated by snoring, if I try to change channels he immediately starts awake with a ‘I was watching that!’. Now I have noise excluding earbuds and watch Netflix etc on my ipad when he’s home. That way he can still curl up next to me and the dogs and snore…

And the being helpful… sweet, but would be great if he asked what help I actually would like and did that (I could introduce him to the iron…) but he always does something that I will ultimately have to redo LOL.

This weekend I did actually ask him to never touch the recycling ever again [in exchange I would try harder to screw lids on the ketchup and salad dressing bottles. Understandably his pet peeve about me!]

That’s the thing - my DH’s tool boxes and his man-shed are organised with military precision!! In everything else he is soooooo organised - and yes, it’s one of the things I love about him, so it is just so mindboggling he doesn’t get it.

DH's party trick is to never put a light on in the kitchen so he unloads the dishwasher in the dark. And 99.95% of the time it's still dirty... hence me coming down in the morning and finding it all in the cupboards. Then you're drinking water out of a glass thinking why does this taste of orange juice .....

An early front runner, I feel.

@PinkNailPolish2026 I have actually considered booking DH on earlier/later flights because he hates airports/travelling (he does it all the time for work, but gets all the exec perks that we can’t have as a family) and behaves like it’s a major military operation. I know park him with the bags in a restaurant and go shopping. Though, to be fair to him, DD and I did once get stuck in a queue in an airport shop, miss the flight being called/lost track of time and almost missed our flight. Only the once, but I think we traumatised him!

OMG. That’s hysterical.

😂😂😂

Mine can't tell the difference between my clothes and our sons. I regularly pull out leggings or a vest top and realise they are my 7 year old sons.

Gets in the way when I'm washing dishes/cooking in the kitchen....it's a tiny kitchen and I don't need any additional help or distractions when I'm already a bit scatterbrained.....just leave me alone! I keep telling him but it never sinks (ha!) in! Get out of the kitchen and stay out! 🥴🤣

Mine is crap at either but I just refuse to empty the recycling until he learns to flatten things
And for the dishwasher I just put the items that haven't cleaned properly due to his crap loading back on the side and he has to load it again
TBF he does more cleaning than me a yway so I can't really complain!