to be sick of being apparently responsible for knowing the whereabouts...

[Treetrunkthighs]

...of any single item at any given time, be it at home, in the car, at work, on holiday, asleep, unconscious, whatever.

Nobody fucking looks. They all ask me.

And I'm sick of it.

Aibu?

YANBU.

I also have to know where everything is. Not only for DH and 3 teenagers who live with me, but for my adult DS who has his own house!

Yanbu
Sounds like my house
ESp Prof Yaffle

My DH is forever asking me what the weather is going to do?
I am a fucking weather vane as awell as a heat seeking missile?

Dh says the same.

Thing is, he's always tidying things away.

I know where I left it/last saw it. But this bear no resemblance to where it might be now.

I know I'll end up asking, whether it's immediately or after half an hour of hunting for whatever it is.

So I just cut to the chase and ask.

It's what you get for tidying up the whole time [ungrateful bitch emoticon]

YANBU. I feel your pain...

notgrannyet
I have suffered that too!

"Mawhwheresma boots?"
"tried down side of setee?"
" OK got them"
DD1 was living in a town 40 miles away at the time! Phoned me to ask!!!!

we have a variation on this, where dh asks in a very suspicious, I KNOW you moved it, tone of voice, 'where is my '. BUT if I'm looking for something, he can always spot it somewhere I have already looked.

I suspect he is playing a game to amuse himself. He knows where MY missing objects are and where I've looked, goes and finds the object and plants it where I've already looked. It's the only possible explanation!

I'm busy on the computer and Dh behind me on the sofa asks "have you seen my specs"

"They are on your head" I sigh

"how the hell did you know that, you never even turned around"

"they are always on the top of your head, it ain't rocket science dear"

Same here. DH by far the worst, my own personal favourite was the 'where's the cheese' incident. Where do you bloody think it is you imbecile.

Ok my dh is a domestic goddess. You can't move for him cleaning and tidying (he once absent-mindedly sprayed my hand with cleaning fluid when it was leaning on 'his' kitchen counter).

But he NEVER remembers where he's tidied things away. He denies all knowledge. I however know where every single item I've ever tidied resides.

ps My brother texted me to say 'Do you know where dp's Match Attack Album is, your dc were looking at it with him when they were round'. Me (wild guess): 'Down back of sofa?' 'Yep found it, thanks'.