Silly house rules

[tabbyH]

My husband has just emptied our kitchen bin. Apparently this means that I'm not allowed to put anything in it! Not sure what the time frame is until the bin is allowed to be used again... Does anyone else have any peculiar rules?

Oh - I see - that I could live with :)

Like you I can't handle 4 lots of everything in the shower!!

Clam - don't be stupid.

She's booking the photograher!!

Slambang - i do that

I'm like that leQ. Makes it hard for DH. He never knows when his slack towel folding ways are going to be ignored and when they are going to cause a melt down...

You can't sit on my sofas once the cushions have been plumped.

For thoise who don'ty like clutter in the shower ( and I am one - didn't think i many rukles but the more I read the more i discover I have) we have a dispenser with 4 bottles, which hangs neatly on the wall. Oh and the toothbrushes and toothpaste are also oin a wall mounted thingy in the shower.

I hate it when people brush their teeth at the sink and don't clena the sink/mirror after them. So in our house teeth are brushed in the shower, and the shower doors needs to be washed down before you get out - or else!

You are all (in the loveliest way) completely insane.

Our towels are hung mostly over the shower door when not in use. Clothes go from person to laundry bin to washer to dryer to floordrobe back to person again. Rarely (when I am not working) they may make it to the relevant shelf or hanging rail before the final step.

DH and the boys (and I) poo in whichever toilet happens to be nearest when the need arises. I prefer loo roll hung the right way round but it doesn't bother me if it's hung back to front.

We take our shoes off before coming inside (landlord's request) and we don't have sword fighting at the table (obvious). Either I'm a complete slattern or you're all certifiable :)

I forgot about the bath towel situation in our house. Like Bumble they are hung in the relevant person's bedroom (on a radiator airer)

I don't like the thought of guests wiping their hands on my bathtowel and equally I wouldn't wish to wipe my hands on someone else's bathtowel either. :)

I cannot bear to peg out an odd sock it would just drive me to distraction and scream at me every time I looked at the washing line. If my DH has pegged one out then with every fibre of my being I want to go out and bring it in and tuck it under my kitchen radiator shelf on top of the radiator out of sight - its like Friends Reunited under there and its my dark secret. Every day without fail so often I will check if there are any pairs under there and only then put them away. DH cannot understand this for the life of him and why it matters - I dont know either really - I mean he's right when he says that the other one will turn up or the odd one can just be put in the drawer when its dry till its mate turns up (the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at even the thought of this).

This is so bad that I actually run out and bring any offending 'solos' in to tuck away in my secret sock limbo as soon as DHs back is turned. I really really just cant bear it.

A COMPLETELY NORMAL rule is that when you change the babies diaper, you put the old one in the bin which is RIGHT NEXT to the change table.

Really, I love DH for the number of diaper changes he does, but it drives me INSANE that he can't manage that one extra step.

It's been a long day

I totally get the organised trolley / conveyor belt thing. Otherwise you get squashed bread and bruised bananas etc surely?

I never hang out odd socks because I only ever wash pairs.

Of course, there are occasions when the washing machine eats a sock and a solo one comes out. It goes in the bin if it's a dc sock (they are normally cheap) or dh sock (they normally have a hole in anyway) but if it's one of mine it goes in a special drawer until the missing partner has to be given up as missing in action as mine are nice and more expensive without holes!

My linen cupboard is sorted according to bedroom and bathroom. Each bedding set has the requisite pillow case and sheet folded inside the duvet cover. Towels are piled according to size though, not colour.

This sounds like my house is a haven of tidyness. It's truly not. It's just that I have some wierd quirks which I HAVE to do.

Oh, and the washing must always be shaken before it is hung up, pegged at certain places to avoid odd looking nipply peg marks and folded perfectly when taken down again. That way I can avoid doing lots of unnecessary ironing

My mum used to do the bin thing shouting: "don't put that in the bin, I've just emptied it!" we were all baffled and ended up walking round for a couple of hours with used tissues in our pockets before emptying them.

The other was: when the cleaner was coming (once a week) we had to leave the house tidy and clean! God forbid she might tell others that we had a dirty house!

Have we done slicing butter in the butter dish down neatly instead of scooping, while leaving no crumbs and certainly not scraping across the top ?

It was on MN that I was made to realise I have a mug and tea towel hierarchy, and woe betide anyone who gets that wrong.

Other rules :

I require tea before being asked to function in the morning. My 3 year old now wakes up DH by asking if they should make me tea: the answer is always 'yes', as grunted by me.

Also, the word 'toilet' does not exist. It is a 'loo'. I get away with enforcing this by living abroad where linguistic contamination is less likely. When ILs arrive it gets trickier. DH supports me as long as he gets to teach DD some mildly rude nonsense words that she trots out innocently for his own amusement.

Oh and since moving into a place with a solid glass door to the shower ai have a new rule, which is that it must be squeegeed before getting out. Whoop, no nasty limescale drips. And so satisfying to do!

I have a mug hierarchy, but not tea towel. And butter must be taken from the dish using a flat edged knife NOT a serrated knife. Obviously.

But I am less concerned with whether it is scraped or sliced.

Must show DH this thread. Then he will realise how lucky he is to be married to me. As it is, he truly believes he's landed a fruitcake.