To be killed by DH...<ginorwines thread follow up>

[KittyVonCatsworth]

we're talking about what drives us mad as loving DW/DP, what could drive your DH/P mad? For me it would be leaving Kirkby grips, EVERYWHERE, blonde hair that ends up in pants, socks, plugholes and probably my i curable habit of buying too many shoes, underwear and make up....

My hair gets EVERYWHERE, I have NO attention span for films, and I have no self-esteem whatsoever and am hugely self-deprecating (he's said this before to me when we were playing "I Love You But FFS.......... :grin: )

nothing

I don't have one - it's fucking bliss

Leaving small, pointy toys on the sofa for him to lie on.

The last drink gets left. Cup of coffee more than half full, last glass of wine, water... he sometimes asks if he should bother putting it in front of me for an hour or pour it straight down the sink .

Kirby grips for me too, they get absolutely everywhere between me and two DDs.

Also tons of different types of chocolate, biscuits and desserts in the pantry and fridge. I just like variety! H would happily eat the same stuff all day every day, which is my idea of hell.

Probably going to be too early too, so we don't get 'couple time'. Fuck that, by nine I'm knackered.

I chop onions badly.

And I have no respect for magazines and newspapers. By my reckoning they're tomorrow's chip paper so it's fine to fold them back, crease them, lose pages, put them down in puddles of spilt tea etc. Drives him up the wall.

I am always tap tap tapping away on mumsnet. I leave my shoes in the middle of the floor. I leave cupboard doors open.

I asked DH if I have any annoying habits and apparently the worst is not putting the lids back on things properly, he doesn't want to kill me over it though so that's nice

I can't slice bread. He finds it endlessly amusing. I have no other faults.

I don't stack cupboards right on purpose. He puts the beans together, then the tinned toms together etc. as long as I've done the stock rotation thing I really don't care where the tins are, as long as they're not in the way.
Drives. Him. Batshit.

I put things away

He prefers it when I don't perhaps he shouldn't leave lump hammers and hacksaws on the kitchen counter then

Not parking in the right place in the drive (according to him), and leaving cupboard doors open. Could happily sleep with wardrobe doors open. He couldn't.

I change my mind very often, then try and pretend I've always thought like that.

I rearrange the kitchen cupboards on a whim, because I've thought of a more efficient way to organise things. Only I don't tell him when I've done it, so he can never find anything.

I am extremely forgetful. Which isn't my fault, and he knows that and he doesn't mind, but he must find it incredibly irritating. I mean even I find it irritating

I rarely remember to tell him if the meal I'm putting in front of him has eg small bones, cardamon pods, bay leaves etc in - he generally finds out by breaking his teeth on something hard.

I could go on. Man's a mofo angel, truth be told.

I don't put the lids back on things. Ever. I see lids as an optional extra - DH bizarrely sees them as a necessity.

I rearrange furniture, primarily because I can't afford to redecorate. A change is as good as a rest, after all.

I also am the most stubborn independent person - I don't ask for help when I should (see the rearranging furniture part) even though I am physically disabled. I refuse to accept my physical limitations - kind of a good/bad thing.

We had this convo once...

Me...how do I annoy you?
Dh... You don't, you're perfect
Me..noones perfect, they're must be something
DH.. No there's nothing, honestly
Me.. you obviously aren't thinking hard enough, I can't be perfect
Dh
Me.. Well you don't know me very well, if you can't think of a single thing.

In my defence, I was 8 months pregnant at the time.

20 years later....
Me.. How do I annoy you?
DH.. You don't, you're perfect
Me.. Wish I could say the same about you

I think my worst crime is buying books - specifically books with authors whose surnames fall at the beginning of the alphabet.

I have organised all my many, many books by size (ie small paper backs, middle sized ones, large ones then hardbacks) all arranged alphabetically within their sections. So if I buy small paperbacks by an author like Catherine Alliot, it means an awful lot of moving books along and down and along and down (if you see what I mean) to make space for the new ones.

And I buy too much yarn. I think this is an impossibility, but according to the men in my family, I am wrong. But I'm not.

Taking out my contact lenses and leaving them lying around to shrivel up and get stuck to things.

Washing plant pots in the dishwasher.

Talking through films

DH just got all emotional and said "what a terrible question- I can't think of anything I would kill you over! What a horrible thing to say."

Which of course gave me another item for my list: his massive fanny.

I am sure his list actually contains:

Poor attention span in general, but especially through films

Asking lots of questions during films / big dramas because I haven't been paying attention so don't know what's going on

My (undiagnosed) OCD. Everything has to be in it's place or I can't relax.

Generally, my inability to relax.

My refusal to eat left overs. I have no problem with them in principal. They just never seem to appeal a second day in a row so I leave them in the fridge and buy my lunch.

The list is actually much longer but I shall stop there.