What annoying habit does your DH/DP have?

[KayAdams]

Mine:

• Unloads a dirty dishwasher
• Puts half-full cups of coffee on the top rack of a clean dishwasher (ie one that's finished its cycle and is waiting to be unloaded) so that it spills down onto the clean plates
• Snores like a puffing billy
• Always puts the golf on the TV
• "Doesn't see the washing up" unless it's in the sink and I've walked him to it and put a dishcloth in his hand
• Weeds the garden and pulls up all the seedlings that I've carefully nurtured
• breathes

Other than that, I quite like him.

He FAFFS. So many times I'm being munched on by zombies while he FAFFS on searching bodies and lockpicking boxes etc that I have to go sit in a safe room because my favourite machete has no repairs left.

I do a fair bit of mumsnetting while I wait

This list could go on:

Drapes towels over the end of the bed never on the towel rail
Will not open the curtains
Never makes the bed
Can not shut a cupboard or drawer
Makes a sandwich and leaves everything out for me to put away
Never puts anything in the dishwasher, just near it.
If he does empty the dishwasher, comes to tell me that he has been helping.
Leaves piles of change, books, note books, cables and headphones all over the house.
Drapes his jackets on the dining chairs and leaves them there.
Will come into a room if I am there with the tv off. Turns the tv on for me and then walks off. Or will change the chanel from something I am watching and then wander off.
Never ever puts anything away.
Put his ipod, phone etc to charge on the kitchen worktop where I am preparing food.

Do love him, but he is so messy.

He forgets where he's put stuff, accuses everyone else of moving it and then it turns out it was where he put it anyway.

He's messy. Really messy. Drives me crazy as he just leaves stuff everywhere and then says that we...me and him...need to sort it out. I don't fucking think so ...the table is full of his crap, I've been through it and its all his. Ditto the fucking shed which is so full of his stuff that I nearly got crushed to death opening it earlier to top up the fish pellets.

He snores. I know he can't help it but it drives me crazy.

He's also got a heart of gold and does all the ironing. :o

Horrendous at time keeping
Can't not stop and chat to people for about 3 hours even if he's late home from work and I was expecting him ages ago
Peels his sunburn off and leaves it around the house boak
Is CONSTANTLY on his phone (playing games/on Facebook)

He has ADHD (obviously not a habit), I'm anal retentive, he drives me insane.

Faffing. Oh dear Lord the faffing!!

Militant recycling (he will go through the bin when he gets in from work to check I've been recycling).

Snoring.

Procrastinating.

I have got a lot of very irritating habits and if my husband learned of this thread, well, he'd be on here all day
but his most annoying habit has got to be either not putting things back in the right way (if you get something out of a cupboard, you see HOW it all was placed/stacked. It's not hard to put it back properly instead of shoving it in anywhere!)
or
His obsessive need to Do Something. Doesn't matter if Something is useless, as long as he feels that he has done something.

So if I am tired, he wants me to take a paracetamol he dishes out antihistamines when there is absolutely no need for them, he has a cabinet full of supplements and we'll go through this fad and that fad - we've had omega, we've had vit d, we've had astragalus, we've had iron, we've currently got calcium...

All because he cannot do what he sees as 'nothing'. He has to chuck a pill at something because then he feels that he has 'made it better'.

The fact that supplements are generally useless doesn't matter. The fact that paracetamol has absolutely no effect on how alert you feel doesn't matter, the fact that antihistamine won't change your mood doesn't matter.

So I end up just swallowing whatever he hands to me because it's easier to just do it than to sit there arguing with him about it.

Always disappears when the shopping delivery arrives or when in the supermarket he suddenly decides to stand there sort out all the receipts in his wallet whilst I pack the shopping away.

He doesnt see the kitchen floor and believes that all the crumbs/onion skins/drips clear themselves up.

He leave a tiny trail of sugar on the sides every time he makes tea, the fact he makes amazing tea means I can cope (sort of)

He never squeegies (sp) the shower screen or indeed rinses the shower or Sink out after he uses the bathroom

Poos with the door open

Makes an awful mess when he cooks dinner

Good job I love him

He leaves the table as soon as he is finished eating. Rather than waiting for everyone else to finish That is really pissing me off lately blaming the pregnancy hormones

Cannot finish a drink, causing untold number of spillages

Cannot put a lid on anything securely - see above.

Moans how busy her part-time mum, part time working lifestyle is. No thoughts as to how busy it is being a part-time dad, full time worker is, despite me turning down promotions that would have earned enough for her to not have to work, and turning down redundancy that would have allowed her to work if she wanted to. Despite it being me working all manner of chaotic hours in jobs I hate to fit in with her part time hours and the school/brownie/scout/etc runs. You/we chose it, stop fucking whining about it!

and breath

Oh dear Lord, mine is a nail biter too, he also clips his nails and leaves them in little piles in strange places on the proviso that he 'was going to move them' but forgets.

He leaves shit everywhere! Not literal shit just his shit, his stuff. It's like having another child, he couldn't be tidy if his life depended on it.

He listens to music with his headphones on because he's not polite enough to 'sit through' a programme I like but I have to watch his sports for 6 hours solid on a Sunday. It's so loud though that icon still hear it!

He's a faffer and a worrier. About everything.

He'll decide just as we're about to go out the door that he needs a poo.

He picks his nose not brain scratching or anything, just continually has a finger inside the very edge of his nostril ferreting. Drives me mad. In the car, in public, grr!

Love that man though.

Where do I start? Washes up pans but leaves everything else and never wipes down surfaces. Leaves dirty clothes on floor. Waits to be told to do x or y instead of using his eyes to see it needs doing. Leaves lights on ALL THE TIME. Has taken my critique of his laundry technique to mean it's not his job anymore. Always starts a block of 'free' time I.e. weekend or evening with the attitude it's his time to choose what he WANTS to do, not to think about what NEEDS doing. But he makes up for it partly by being wonderful in other ways.

Having read this thread back now, I realise I do a great many things that people are complaining their DP/DHs do....

Clipping nails and leaving them on the floor (I can't help it, they fly everywhere and I can't always find them!) - yep
messy - yep
leave drawers open - yep
hypochondriac/worrier - yep
leaves stuff lying around - yep (and then I moan about not being able to find anything)
makes a mess when I cook dinner (to be fair I do ALL the cooking, so the deal is I cook and he cleans up) - yep

Mine has a cough that sends me from nought to rage.
Can never remember where he's put his glasses, keys, wallet, phone, etc.
Always whinging about how tired he is but does nothing to change it.
In fact, lots of whinging about things he could change/do something about but doesn't.
I have to turn away from him at night because of his breathing - it's like he's forcing out the exhale!! (Darth Vader style!)

Biggest bugbear though is not looking after his teeth properly so he has nicotine/tea stains - bleurgh. Makes me look forward to the dentist!

I'm just going to say one word because if I write anymore I'll internally combust .

PARKING!

Ok. I've bit. I'll just add that sometimes I'm sitting seething sweetly when inside I'm screaming ' FFS give me the effing wheel!'

Mumbles, then accuses me of being deaf.
Immediately turns any radio on to 5Live (which I hate) and then doesn't turn it off when he leaves the room.
The FAFFING! Just get on with it!
Doesn't know where anything is. If I say "We'll need the picnic blanket/Jeyes Fluid/matches/sugar thermometer/clean pants" his immediate response is "Where is it?" as if I keep an inventory of the house and its contents at the forefront of my mind at all times just for him to refer to because his head is too full of who got which wicket at whatever test match is currently coming out of all the radios (honestly, having Geoffrey Boycott bleating out of sync from three rooms is enough to drive anyone nuts).

But he empties the bins and puts them out and irons and cooks and has a lovely smile and a delicious bottom and brings me chocolate so he could get away with lots more

• Hoarding
• Not putting used crockery and cutkery in the dish washer, instead leaving them on top of the counter just above it
• Putting paper napkins, ice lolly sticks, wrappers, etc. inside used glasses and on plates (so I have to fish them out, usually a bit soggy, and bin them before I put things in the dish washer), and then leaving them on the counter inches away from the dish washer.
• Taking ages in the toilet playing plants vs zombies.
• Taking things out of bins insisting they are not rubbinsh.
• Pausing tv and dvds if anyone utters a sentence, and rewinding back just so he doesn't miss a single word, as without that he would be "missing out" and possibly not know what is going on, when everyone else I know doesn't suffer such problems. Watching anything takes aaaages, as, like a normal person, I like to throw in comments and talk a bit during watching.
• He has a to do list (or Word document) literally 200 pages long, accumulated during the years from small and big stuff. He has it up on one of his computer screens all day,removes the stuff he has done and adds more (he is an entrepreneur, so has lots to remember and keep track of). When I have suggested deleting anything after, say l, the first 20 pages, as a) he is NEVER going to have all the time in the world b) some of the stuff down below is likely to be irrelevant by now, e.g. "get in touch with Molly to ask for book back" (Molly is now dead), "find out about dual citizenship" (he has changed his mind), etc... c) he should feel all the more positive, and relieved, for having at least a remote chance of ever ticking everything off it.

Never ever shuts a cupboard door, or drawer. Ever. If he has been in the kitchen every single cupboard door will be open.

Seems to be physically unable to put the butter/margarine back in the fridge. JUST those things. Everything else can go in the fridge no problem.

Faffs to an incredible extent. It takes him 8 times as long to do anything as it would take me, or any normal person.

Will spend 7 years 'researching' something - e.g. when we were getting married, had a list as long as all my limbs put together of different bands we could have, price, pros and cons, travel time, instruments, etc etc. He never got round to booking a band.

No idea about time. Doesn't do that thing of 'if we need to be in x at 3pm, I need to leave by 2.30pm, so need to have a shower by 2pm and so on'...so is constantly late, and never quite sure why.

In all other ways he is bloody amazing so I haven't killed him yet.

Faffing, yes! Only in this house it called dicking about. Fucking endless dicking about and then running late. He even puts his shoes on in a laborious way, using a shoehorn and then doing fecking double knot bows..

Has a bloody comment for everything! It's like he has to be in control all the time..... I'll walk with 1yr old dd nr road and he'll say "don't let her near the road".... Er Ffs, why would I?! Or I'll serve dinner to dc and he'll ask if it's cool enough.... Of course it's effing cool enough! I'm not going to burn them!

Oh, and his cold is like he has the plague and the whole house knows about it!.... He complains about lots of ailments too, constantly. Ouch my hip, ouch my back, my leg hurts.... Then he'll go out for a run!

Oh, and researching -tick!
He cannot just make a hotel booking, or buy anything costing more than a 20 pounds as he needs to ask his "expert" friends for an opinion first and look things up on Internet, by which time I am ready to kill him.

I'm loving reading this thread!!!

But we love them really, especially after and

Umm. I hate it when DH buys flowers or shop made cake (if not on discount). What a waste if money. He seems to agree now.

Ah, my DH is a master confectioner, a member of the RHS and is a trained sommelier. I win

OK. I'm lying.