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.

Doesn't finish jobs. For example, if he's tided the kitchen, he doesn't wipe the counters.... Whhhhy?! And farting. Yuck.

He would say mine is leaving the lids loose nothing's :D I don't know why I do it!

*on things

PMSL @ BlueBlueSea If he does empty the dishwasher, comes to tell me that he has been helping

I've got one that does this

I think I live with bakedappleflavour :o

notactuallyamum mine says 'whatsaname' gives me rage! ..

...yeah I used it 5 minutes ago when I was sorting out the whajamacallit for thingy.

give me strength.

On a plus side.. he does bring me coffee and toast in bed every morning.. probably only as im very pregnant but ill take it

Everytime he sneezes the house practically rocks on it's foundations. Why oh why does it have to be soooo loud/go on for a minute

But he does all the ironing and is fab in bed so I can live with it

plus I have many annoying habits which he kindly ignores

Mine thinks that out of sight = away. Then gets cross when I complain I can't find things/when he can't find things. (When we were selling our house, I had spent ages filling paperwork in, which then disappeared. I found it a couple of weeks later. He had 'tidied' for a viewing on his own and moved it onto a rarely used dining chair and pushed it under the table)

He has his own time zone. He will, knowing what time we need to leave, do something until the minute we need to go, then start getting ready and be cross that I get cross we leave late. When he is involved, it is simply not possible to arrive on time. It's a standing joke when we are going out, if I lose sight of him, I check he's not just started decorating or cleaning guttering out or something, as he has a couple of minutes spare.

The time zone thing affects out DS too - DH often doesn't understand why he gets grumpy - well perhaps he'd like to eat at meal times, like normal people do???

Nearly forgot - he starts conversations with me when I'm almost on my way out to work, then complains I leave the room (brushing hair, picking up handbag, kissing DS goodbye, quick tidy around) rather than simply walking with me through the house. Or speaking 2 minutes earlier!! But, I guess seeing as he's always late, he would expect me to think being late is OK too...

Goes to the toilet eleventy-billion times a day. And each trip takes at least ten minutes. If he needs a poo I can count on him being gone for the best part of an hour.

FAFFS. Dear god the man can faff. Especially when I'm hungry and he's dishing up dinner. How does it take twenty minutes to put some rice and meat on a couple of plates?

Take heart ladies, I've been married 38 years, and have trained all the bad habits out of him, and am possibly more tolerant now and those things that used to irritate me perhaps I find almost endearing.

I know, Hazel. I am probably at least as annoying to DH as he is to me. He would say that I am too casual with money, throw away valuable stuff, needlessly and annoyingly distract him while he watches tv and tries to get every intricate part of the plot, and lits more..

He DOES STUFF...

doesn't sound so bad does it! But, he will empty the dishwasher, when something has been spilled and needs cleaning up. He will sort the laundry into piles of whites/coloured/black when the wet washing needs taking out and hanging, he will go cut the grass at the back, when the front needs cutting, he will clean the windows, when OTHER STUFF needs doing that is more pressing - like cooking tea, getting the kids from school etc...

So I am forever running round doing the urgent stuff when the stuff that is not so urgent is getting done - to a really high standard - his standards are way higher than mine - so I can't SAY anything without seeming churlish.

(I do appreciate him really)

Faffing. We're ten minutes late in leaving and he'll put the bins out, nip to the loo, chat to the neighbour, have a glass of water, look in the garage for the thing he lost last week and check every socket in the house is turned off. See also "Your brother just called and is on his way here, apparently they're on their way past going home from Glasgow. As I'm sitting here trying to feed our 3 week old baby could you please tidy the kitchen and make sure there's a towel in the bathroom?" Cue him vacuuming the entire downstairs, washing the car and rearranging the shoe cupboard.

Leaving crap everywhere. We have recently bought a five bedroom house in which he has his own room to store all his shit. Today there are piles of his paperwork on two surfaces in the utility room, one in the kitchen, the dining table and the living room floor. There's also a bag he has met to unpack after moving. We moved in at easter.

"I could/was planning to make

Toria - haaaaaaaaaaaa - you made me laugh and shout in exasperation - I have one of those too.... Still waiting for a toy chest - for DD who is 14 now.

He has terrible manners, just inhales his food... It's got to the point where I refuse to go out for a meal with him as he wolfs his food down, I won't even be a quarter way through mine so he has to sit and watch me eat, I try to speed up then get terrible indigestion resulting in a ruined evening!

I've now trained DC to say "elbows off the table", "don't talk with food in your mouth", " you have a knife, use I!"

Picture the scenario: I've popped out to the shops, there's a couple of dirty dishes in the sink. DH will go in there, with full intention of washing them up....fills the bowl with hot water, squeezes the fairy liquid in....then his fucking PSP thingy (that is dangerously close to being thrown out of the window) bleeps, or his phone goes off, or he is just otherwise distracted and he abandons his dish-washing venture and leaves the dirty dishes in a bowl of water, that gets progressively colder and stagnant until I come home, foolishly thinking the "washing up prep" has only just taken place, dive my hands into the bowl, only to find it full of minging floaty bits of food, lukewarm, with a lovely film on top. Now, if this was a once-in-a-while occurrence, I wouldn't mind so much...but this is almost daily!! It's disgusting! STOP IT!!

He actually says "Achoo!" when he sneezes

Wanders around the house when he's brushing his teeth because 'it's too boring' in the bathroom. The bathroom isn't boring when he's on the toilet for the duration of Antiques Roadshow every Sunday night though

Can't get his centimetre long hair 'right' on the pillow when I'm trying to sleep. Lifts head up, smooths hair, lifts head, smooths hair...
Shuts cupboard doors when I haven't finished with the contents.... Although he would say I'm annoying because I leave the cupboard open!

Hahaha gamer. I cannot watch my DP play Xbox sometimes. God, another box, do you really need that bent tin can? Weapons repair now? Why are you wandering over there? FFS!!!

He's late for everything! Abso-effing-lutely everything. He was late for our wedding and it's been down hill from there...

He makes me be the "bad guy" parent. He says he'll back me up but then stands there struck dumb.

He has the memory of a sieve. He knows this but will still argue he's told me something when he has not.

He snores while he's awake. I can see it happening. He gets absorbed in watching something, his jaw slackens, his mouth opens and... 'Frrrrrrrrrrrfffffpppph'. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.

Borrows my tweezers to pick at the hard skin on his feet. Leaves little piles of dead skin lying around after he's done it.

He prefaces questions with 'Can I ask you a question?' and then loses his train of thought. I point out he just did ask me a question. He thinks he's being polite and I'm a pedantic bitch. I'm fed up with waiting for him to collect his thoughts and think he should just ask the fucking question while it's in his head instead of going 'Can I ask you a question?' and dithering over what it was for ten minutes, during which I'm expected to hang on. I love him dearly, honest.

Piles clean clothes on top of the dryer and treats it as his and DS's wardrobe, then gets annoyed when I ask him to root through the pile to look for a specific thing. I can't even touch the pile without it cascading to the floor, it's that large.

Treats my brain as a sort of external hard drive for his own.

Oh, so much to say...

First of all YES to the faffing. Those tasks that must be done immediately just at the point we have to leave the house. Because obviously when the kids and I are standing there with our fucking coats on, that is the optimum time to mow the lawn.

Tries to avoid doing chores he doesn't like, thinking I won't notice. Example:
DH: 'can I help at all?'
Me: 'yes, can you empty the washing machine?'
DH: 'I'll just empty the dishwasher'

WHY ASK?

He also doesn't trust me as a driver, telling me to brake if a car 2 or 3 miles away has its brake lights on and keeping a death grip on the door handle.

Cannot park to save his life. In fairness he is blind in his left eye so anytime he swings into a space it's 'how am I on your side?' 'You're 12ft away from the nearest car' 'how am I now?' .

Takes his socks off and leaves them on the sofa. Every day. see also: wet towels on bed.

If I dare leave a drink unattended for more than a nanosecond it will be treated as hazardous waste and poured down the sink.

Constantly makes noise. Be it unnecessarily loud sneezing, chewing or just that fucking back of the throat clearing sound that makes me want to bludgeon him with the mop.

There's more but I should stop.

Can't work out what a shoe rack is for. Leaves his shoes anywhere and everywhere then moans when I trip over them or he can't find them. Thankfully ds2 has developed something of an obsession about pulling out showplace. Dh is learning, but its taking time.
Can't put anything in the bin.
Had a bit of a hoarding habit when we first got together. I decided once we had children that I was not putting up with it. I chuck stuff now and he never usually notices.
Will fill the sink with dirty stuff when there's an empty dishwasher right there!!
Faffs. When he's feeling a bit stressed or pushed he loses his thread so he faffs. Given he's the most untidy person I know it doesn't take much to stress him as he inevitably can't find his keys/wallet/phone in the morning so he gets stressed and faffs.
Doesn't give himself enough time to get up and ready in the morning.
Puts his outdoor shoes on before he's made sure he's got everything he needs and then tramps through the house in his outdoor shoes. Then moans about the state of the floor.
Oo that was cathartic!
But on the other hand he puts up with my OCD habits and will sit up all night with the kids if they're ill. He works a job he doesn't enjoy all that much so I can be a sahm and has never objected to taking his turn on nappy duty. Will always make sure I get the bigger share of the wine/chocolate/pudding/goodies.
He's a pain in the bum sometimes, but I do love him very much!