I love him dearly, but dear god!
Small sample from last 24 hours
I was helping DD2 wash her hair in the bath last night, she usually puts a flannel over her eyes as she's a bit funny about water going in her face and I realised there were no flannels in the bathroom
Me (to DH who is wafting around on the landing): can you just chuck me a flannel please?
DH: where are they?
Me: in the airing cupboard
DH: where in the airing cupboard?
It's a small cupboard, just look!
This morning:
Me walking into the small downstairs loo
DH: where are you going?
Also this morning - DH works from home in an office in the garden. He came in for a tea/loo break just as I was emptying the washing machine
Me: can you just put this in the tumble drier please? (which he'd have to walk right past to get to the loo)
DH: where is it?
In the utility room, next to the toilet where it has been kept for the past 10 years!!!!!
DH: have you seen my car keys
Me: on the hook in the kitchen
DH: what hook?
The same sodding hook that he put up and has been hanging them on every single day for years
I am being lighthearted, he's not a complete dimwit and pulls his weight with the house and kids, but honestly, I sometimes wonder whether he actually lives here
AIBU?
to wonder if anyone else is driven slightly potty by a constant stream of silly questions from their DH?
freddiefrog · 27/02/2013 11:20
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Constantly, all the time and always about where stuff is - bin bags have lived in a washing up bowl under the kitchen sink for the last 3 years and yet he asks me every time where they are.
Just before Christmas, he asked me if reindeer are real or made up creatures as part of the Santa story.
Just before Christmas, he asked me if reindeer are real or made up creatures as part of the Santa story
Don't laugh, but along the same lines, I didn't realise that sea horses were real until I was at an aquarium with my DDs about 3 years ago. I always thought they were some mythical fairy tale creature 
PessaryPam: "Me: No I am running away to sea." 
How about this one. Making the bed together (OK I expect that means I forfeit any right to complain!), DH goes off to get the bedding.
DH: "Which sheets do you want?"
Me: "The usual ones."
DH: "Which are they then?"
Me: "They are the only double sheets."
We have 3 identical cream-coloured sheets, which he has been sleeping on every night for the last 10 years. They are our only double sheets. The kids have single sheets of other colours, stored elsewhere.
DH: "Well I wasn't sure."
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DH, I swear, switches off his brain as soon as he stops work. It's like he husbands all his mental resources for work, and then relies fully on mine for life in general. (Except tennis - he has to use his own for that too.)
Daddy-looking - yep.
Where? to every single "could you please put x in y" request
Where are the towels/flannels/clothes pegs/cloths etc. etc. - every time.
CoalDust - it's because they "save their thinking for "higher things" " and let us poor women do all the trivial day-to-day thinking for them. Or that's how they'd like it to go.
DS1 has already started with the "Daddy-looking". It annoys the hell out of me
If DH asks stupid questions such as "What are you doing?" "Where are you going?" when it's bloody obvious, then I get sarcastic - "What does it look like I'm doing - perhaps going to the bathroom, does it look like that? Yes? Well that's exactly what I am doing, surprise, surprise"
He still does it though
"I walk over to said cupboard, moves vinegar, hey presto there is salt !
Are men unable to move things to find other things ?"
But..... how do you know the vinegar needs moving and the salt is behind it?
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Sounds about right, PessaryPam - gah!
Fakebook - see, I refuse to accept that it's "just men" because my Dad is not like this. He sees things. My mum couldn't though. When I was 41w pg, I dinged the back door of the car I was borrowing off my parents - DH didn't notice until I pointed it out to him, but I knew there wasn't a cat's chance in hell of it getting past Dad's eagle eyes - and I was right. First thing he spotted. However, it does seem to be one of the "learned helplessness" tricks that a lot of men are so good at - my Dad has other examples of these (can't possibly operate a washing machine or dishwasher, for e.g. )
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