Acts of ridiculous laziness....

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AIBU to want to hear other stories of laziness?
Has Facebook actually made people more lazy?

My children (both in their twenties) have been known to send me Facebook messages when they're at home, asking me to put the oven on so that they can cook once it's heated up, or if I just happen to be making myself a bacon sandwich can they have one too? I live in a tiny 3 bed semi, so it's not as though it would be difficult to come downstairs, or call down to ask me. Having said that, many years ago, my sister and I found out that if we dialled 6 from the upstairs phone and then hung up, then the phone would ring. My parents would answer it, and we could then pick up the upstairs extension and ask for a drink, or whatever it was we wanted :)

I did however roll my eyes at myself the other week, when I sent a Facebook message to one niece (15 miles away at my parents house) to phone her sister (not online on Facebook, and I couldn't find my phone) to ask her whether she wanted some cheesy chips as I was making some. Her sister, my eldest niece, was upstairs in my house at the time...
She came downstairs, holding her phone, with a confused look on her face.... "Did you actually message [sister] to phone me about chips???"

Yes, I said. I'm making cheesy chips, do you want some?

Please tell me that I'm not the only lazy person that does this sort of thing? Please share your lazy tales :)

My sons pram currently has my horses headcollar over it, because I couldn't be arsed to go put it in my tack room after I took it off him in the field.

My dog is a chinese crested (powderpuff) and is clipped back.. I couldn't be arsed to wash, condition and comb out the big feathery fur on her legs... So I shaved it off.

I wait until I have a few letters to be posted then drive about 2 miles out if my way to a postbox that's right on the road so I can just wind the window down and pop the letters in. There is a postbox about 1 min walk from my house but I cba to go to it.

When my 2 border collies were younger they were very bouncy. One also objects to any type of bad weather, she has a coat, that i am too embarrassed to put her in, shes a border collie fgs!. Sometimes if it was rainy or we couldnt be bothered going out my dp would sit at the top of the stairs and i would sit at the bottom and we would call them between us, up and down the stairs till they were knackered a little more chilled out!
The worse thing is, they were so playful if we took them out we only had to walk to the field 50 yards away and they would run themselves ragged while we stood there! Now its impossible to get them to go out at all, theyd much rather laze around on my expensive garden furniture sit in the garden in the sun

This one is courtesy of my younger sister. The mouse story reminded me .
My family live a couple of hundred miles from me and one day i got a call telling me one of the pet cats had died. Cremation is the custom with us so i assumed he had been taken to the vets. A few weeks went past and when i visited (often) i began to notice a terrible smell in the hallway. I searched the meter cupboard and found the source of the smell was a parcel wrapped in plastic bags. I went into the living room and casually asked what was in the package. 2 people swore ignorance but i looked at T and could see her go quietly green. I asked then again what had happened to the cat thinking no, not even in this house! and my other sister J said 'oh, T put him in a bag so we. .......'. At that point she tailed off as the awful truth dawned. She was too lazy to bury the cat or put it somewhere suitable so she wrapped it in a carrier bag and stuffed it in the cupboard .

Omg foxtrot! I thought it was bad that it took OH 3 hours to dispose of his dead hamster today, and only then because I screeched at him to get it out of my living room.

It was pretty dreadful. To be fair to my sis although she originally put him there through sheer bone idleness, we had loads of awful family things going on and it just slipped her mind. If she had told me he was there i could have sorted it! Poor cat. He was given a proper burial in the end

I think my most shameful animal one was my mice though.
I had 3 of them, all similar colours, and they were in my room. One day my Dad commented on this awful smell and asked if I'd cleaned my mice. I had cleaned them a couple of days before so I said yeah it isn't my mice. He asked if they were all alive and I said well of course, I see them running around and feed them etc.

It was obviously coming from my room though. I started to think it must be a really old horse rug I'd got in there.

A couple of days later I went to feed them.. Two of them had died in the night, and I couldn't find the third. I was thinking 'shit its escaped', when I noticed a big clump in the sawdust and picked it up.. It was a fucking skull and spine.. The other two mice had stripped the third down to the bone. (And presumably ingesting certain parts is what killed them).

It then dawned on me that I hadn't seen all 3 at the same time for a good week. Oops.

My OH has no such excuse for not imediately disposing of dead hamster. He even told me it was dead! So hed obviously been over to the cage to check aswell!

He has pointless lazy habits - such as putting rubbish next to the bin. I place rubbish bags strategically around the house, he puts rubbish next to every single one.

He also hitched a lift on my pony because he was too hungover to walk from the field (despite never having ridden in his life).

Other thread just reminded me.. I never used to lock my doors.. Sheer laziness. Soon stopped it when someone wandered in and stole my laptops.

My dp emptied the litter trays the other day, lovely, except he then left the bin bag, open next to the trays. When i got in it had been in the sun all day the smell was so bad i nearly passed out noticeable! Lazy article!! After changing the litter he went out by the front door past the bin! He drives me spare, he is so bone idle!!

I often text my husband from upstairs. Seems sensible to me!

Katharine Whitehorn in the Guardian said she throws cushions at a door to shut it rather than get up from the sofa or bed.

I was delighted to read this; I thought it was just me.

thrown away once used slow cooker cos bottom got yuk and crusty, could not be arsed to clean it as a lazy bitch.
My mum had just got it for me so had to tell her my ds 21 dropped it on floor and broke it ..... well had to ......

I'm always texting DH and DD from upstairs.

I often phone my oh to tell him to turn the sodding tv down.

My ds1 spent months putting unwashed cutlery/crockery away rather than do the washing up.
My cupboards were eventually full of filthy items. He was going through a particularly unpleasant phase

He was asked to pair up the sock mountain. He did. Well he put each sock with another one. Shame they didn't match. This lead to me ripping through tons of socks at 7am trying to get three kids ready for school/ nursery.

He doesn't live at home now. That isn't why he left but I was tempted at the time.......

I'm in awe at all of this 'structured inactivity'. Can't think of anything comparable.

Was at a sleepover when I was about 18, my friend E had curled my hair but then she and a couple of others retired to bed upstairs while I stayed up to chat with A.

A few minutes later, got a text from E saying "can you turn off the straighteners, I forgot"

I did an exaggerated eye roll at A and jokingly sighed "lazy madam!"

Cue text 30secs later, "I'm not lazy!!!"

:o

When DH was a singleton living with his mates, he lived on a top floor of a block of flats. He was too lazy to go down to throw the kitchen rubbish away so took the black bag and just threw it down near the bins in the hope that it would land in the skip or that the bag would survive the fall and someone else would put it in the tip.

He was also accused of putting burger patties in the toaster as be didn't want to wash a pan, but he denies this ....

Used to live in a third floor flat and after Xmas we just threw the Xmas tree out the window as couldn't be bothered to wrap it and carry down te stairs!

I congratulated a parent when her son confessed that he had texted her from bed asking for a coffee and she texted back 'Not until you learn to spell and punctuate your texts properly'. He was outraged as he told the class - I sought her out to say well done!

Maybe not burgers, but you can put potato waffles in the toaster (they usually take two goes) and there's no more mess than usual.

When I was in self-catered halls at university I used to stop washing up a few days before I was going home, collect all the dirty crockery up in a box and take it home to put in my mum's dishwasher

I still regularly text or phone my husband downstairs when I'm upstairs to ask for a cup of tea.

I just thought of another,

I always train my dogs to open doors, so I don't have to get up when they want to go out in to the garden.

A boy who worked in a kitchen I also worked in used to mop the floor sitting down. He would shuffle the chair along as he went.