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....

I do the leftover thing as well

Dh packages all the leftovers up in to little containers for us to take to work for lunch.
I happily ignore them and buy lunch

Every day he says "oh you didn't take your lunch to work with you"
Every day. For 19 years.

However. If he did stop packing me a container of leftovers I would be very upset. Which makes no sense :)

I won't drive his car.

First he changes them often. Second, they are always some high end speed machine costing gazillions.

If my car is out of action, I rent a car, or take a taxi. It drives DH bonkers .

Snoring, putting milk in first when making tea, my lack of a sense of direction (he refuses to accept I don't have one, it's rather touching really), my hatred of using the phone, pathological obsession with the cat, messiness...

Crikey, I think he deserves a medal.

Never staying awake for an entire film..

I don't have any sense of direction. Like, none at ALL. I don't know where I am when I walk out of a shop onto the street.

I don't like to go into a pub/ cafe or even fast food place to use the toilet if I'm not buying anything. Even at 5 months pregnant an dying for a wee in the car I won't let him stop so I can quickly use a toilet.

I leave my shoes wherever I so please. I've no idea why it winds up dh so much. I shall continue

I can't let my husband know about this thread. He'd be on here all day

My obsession with things being Just Right drives him potty. Things allocated to specific drawers, books arranged by genre and within that, by size.
Me going screaming mad when the plastic containers are not arranged property

Me never knowing where I've left my inhalors and then I can't breathe and he's running round the house in a panic.

My back seat driving, despite the fact he's been driving for 30 years and me for about 5.

The Battle Of The Thermostat - ongoing since 1998

I suspect I'm hard to live with.

DP says not but I think he doesn't want to admit to all the things I do that are annoying.

I don't have to ask, I so know the answers!

uber long black hairs everywhere
i don't put shit back in the fridge with any degree of consistency
hair bobbles are everywhere
I am prone to leaving false eyelashes on bedside table after night out. They look alot like spiders apparently

My little "ways" as he calls them - liking things done in a certain way.

My ability to procrastinate.

My people pleasing.

Long curly hair blocking the shower.

He claims he doesn't want to kill me though! x

My untidiness (I think I'm really quite tidy compared to before I moved in with him)
My leaving stuff out everywhere.
Leaving the pile of washing he's carefully sorted until Sunday when I put everything away at once.
My cat.
Leaving shoes by the front door.
Not cleaning my car (my car my problem)
My putting leftovers in little containers in the fridge then throwing them out a week later.
The fact that there's never anything easy in to cook for tea. (I'll happily eat pasta and h/m sauce if there's nothing in - I'm not quite sure what he wants he can't articulate).

PS - washing plant pots in the dishwasher - genius!

Cupboard doors - I always leave open, drives dh potty

Long red hair everywhere.

Putting things away. Apparently we have need of two pairs of trainers, a climbing harness, three tins of varnish, two paint brushes, three books of his scout/climbing stuff, a folder of maps, a box of random cables and some sandpaper lying around our utility room rather than in any of the cupboards and drawers he spent all weekend fitting.

Pressed post too soon.

As such I will tidy it all into one pile/drawer bag and he will come home and tell me how unreasonable I am to want to get into his worktop extension the chest freezer.

So many things...

I'm chronically untidy, bad at planning, always late, leave dirty dishes piled up in the sink, don't put rubbish in the bin, snoring, general bitchiness, my inability to focus on important things but become utterly passionate about stuff and nonsense.

Blimey - he really should LTB.

I am the DH, so I'll say one:

Asking about the backstory and the characters in TV/films we are watching together as if I magically know the plot of everything:

DW: "So, who's she?"
DH: "We don't know yet. Why are you asking me?"

DW: "Oh OH is she such-and-such's sister?"
DH: "Who knows. They appeared to just be telling us then, whilst you were talking"

DW: "So, does he die in this?"
DH: "It has literally just started and we just sat down to watch it together"

Apeman are you my DH? :) I do this, all the time, no idea why, drives him nuts, also I'm insanely clumsy, I spill at least a cup of tea day, break a cup a week, usually his, I also have no sense of direction, there are many many more I'm sure..

Oh dear so many
painting anthing that isnt nailed down.
Obsession with hoovering.
Shoe habit.
Unable to make a decision without examining EVERY tiny detail.
Umm loads really surprised he hasnt

I don't wrap the bread back up properly - it's only one thing but it really drives him up the wall.

Procrastination.

Worrying about shite all.

Taking the hump about shite all.

Obsession with calories consumed/weight/make up/hair/clothes/nails/shoes/bags.