DH's alarm didn't go off so he woke me up at 6.15 (I don't get up until 7) to make his sarnies.
It took me 7 minutes and I'm now back in bed with a coffee and my phone.
He is agog. Apparently it takes him a good twenty minutes and he is astounded that any human being can move so fast. He's calling me The Flash.
All it involves is buttering six slices of bread and slicing cheese and cucumber. I can't see how he drags it out for twenty minutes.
He made ds's lunchbox yesterday as he was off and the took him twenty minutes as well, 2 pate sarnies and a babybel, yoghurt, banana and biscuit.
When I decorate, it takes me a day to do a room, roughly. One coat in the morning and another late afternoon or evening. He's used to it now but it used to make him twitch.
Don't get me wrong, I am very lazy and will happily spend a day watching Netflix, but when I do get moving I like it to be speedy.
He also has half hour toilet trips but I'm not going there.
I think he's a faffer, he thinks I rush things. I say the results speak for themselves and my way is the best. If he would embrace my ways he'd have an extra 13 minutes in the morning to spend in the loo.
AIBU?
(This post actually took me ages because ds woke up and I had to make his breakfast and get him dressed, but that was a quick job as well).