This makes me seethe.
My DH can't keep sets together. So he will change bath towel, but not the matching hand towel or bath mat, leaving us with a mismatched set on display. It then needs to be "fixed", or otherwise we live permanently with mismatched sets, with all the component parts needing to be washed at different times.
He changes the bedding and puts our cream pillowcases from our spare set, with DS's white sheet on DD's bed (with her own duvet set and top pillowcase). So today I washed DS's bedding and can't find his spare sheet anywhere, just his under pillowcase - because its on her bed! And tomorrow when I change our bedding bits of our set are missing as on DD's bed. It drives me so utterly bonkers. Why? Just why? Is it really that hard to keep bed sets together? DDs sheets are pink, always have been, so why use cream or white, or in fact the random mix of both that he chose?
And don't get me started about him putting my clothes in DDs wardrobe and visa versa. How can he not tell the difference between clothes that fit a plump adult and those that fit a small child? Yes, we both have leggings or pink socks or patterned t-shirts, but surely a simple, cursory glance would show the adult clothes from the child clothes? And if in doubt, just look at the size label! I've never once mixed up DH's and DS's clothes, its really not hard.
I know none of this stuff is important in itself, but it's CONSTANT. I can't trust him to do a job properly. He's an intelligent man. And he's not trying to shirk responsibility as he willingly helps out loads. (And it doesn't get him anywhere as I don't fix it for him, I just whinge and send him back to do it again). So why can't he do stuff in a sensible, logical way?
AIBU to let this drive me so mad? Should I be able to overlook the mismatched sets? Maybe I should just get one colour of sheets, but he's even been known to fold a double in half and use it on a single bed, rather than looking for the right one.
He's a very mild man, my husband. Maybe this is a deliberate act of quiet rebellion designed to drive me crazy?