It just took DH 15minutes.....

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To get 2 pillows and 4 cans of cider out of the caravan on the drive. He thinks this is normal.

AIBU to think it's not?

"Faffs mid-faff" yep that's a good one, my DP does that...
He'll happily annouce he's going to "do some tidying" (which is exactly what I want him to do but is really code for playing with all the stuff he has out, and not actually tidying it), then after a while will announce he hasn't got time and will do it tomorrow... THEN when I get cross after a week that it's a mess, he'll point out how much "tidying" he's done

Are you the OP's husband, User?

Ah so I think DS is just slow. I try to see exactly why he is taking so long but it is literally just slow motion action of a normal task.

Always when we're in a rush too!

Norks. I don't feel I blamed anyone. I don't like faffing, my oh does it and I get frustrated. When I ignore it and get on with something else I feel happier.

I know a faffer and have analysed their behaviour, I still have no idea. They're not slow, they're not multitasking, I, I, I, don't know. Lots of picking up and putting down?

I work with someone who is Faffy McFaff-face from Faffyland. I approached him at his desk to ask for a bit of information on a client file.
It took him 5 minutes to identify the correct file from just 3 on his desk, a further 10 minutes to locate the correct sub-file (every file has been arranged by him to have numerous sub files and sub-sub-files so location a single item can take what feels like HOURS)
He then spent a further minute "presenting" the relevant piece of paper to me with a kind of elaborate flourish.
He's lucky I didn't just grab the file from his hand and tear the paper from his grasp, I was sooooo twitchy and frustrated by the time he finished.

PILs are anxious faffers. Known as Flaffing in our house. Drives me crackers.

I was waiting with the baby to start straightening my hair (had just finished the drying and didn't want to switch the straighteners on until the baby was in another room) so yes I was waiting. For what I thought would be 3 minutes. If I'd have known how long it was going to be I'd have frescoed the parlour and cooked a roast pheasant supper

DD (10) is a faffer. Normally it involves getting dressed. Drives me insane to the point I wanna rip my hair out.

I am

A faffer will inevitably need to complete eleventy billion entirely pointless tasks before they get to the actual task in hand.

^^ This.

XH was a faffer. For example, I once asked him to have a quick tidy of the patio (toys, stray bits of paper etc) before our guests arrived for lunch. They were due in half an hour, the task should have taken no more than 10 minutes (that was allowing him some faff time).

Twenty minutes later I went to the back door to ask him to do some other minor chore. Patio still untidied. XH nowhere to be seen. Upon further investigation I found him in the shed, tidying the tools. "Darling husband," I screeched enquired politely "what the fuck are you doing that for?" "It needs doing," he replied, with an injured tone. I then noticed he had on his 'gardening shoes'. "And why the fuckety fuck are you wearing your gardening shoes?" "I'm just going to quickly weed the lawn. You asked me to tidy up," he added virtuously.

Nothing, but nothing, could ever be done without fifty preliminary tasks. And 99 times out of a hundred, he gave up after task three.

The only way to ensure that something was done in a reasonable time was to stand over him while he did it, keeping his mind on the task at hand. It was infuriating and made me feel like his mother (which, as you can imagine, did not help in the sex department)

I think DH faffs so much because he's used to stretching 3 hours worth of work a day into 7.5 hours in the office and in the 23 years he's worked there it's spilled over into his every day world.

Swine.

Oh and at work, the faffers, the ditherers and the humming and haras.

Fuck, just say yes and go!

2. Faffs mid-faff.

I love DP dearly but I regular lie about the time by which we need to leave the house.

DH excelled himself today. He'd booked a test drive in a car, so we needed to be at the dealer for 1pm. At 12, I go upstairs, do my hair and make up and get changed. And tidy bathroom, make bed. Come down, he's still faffing trying to find his licence. Which is in his wallet, on his bedside table. Where it's been all morning. And where he left it.
So I sort dog, get keys, tell him I've got keys and I'll go wait in the car. 10 minutes later I'm blaring on the horn. He's had a wee, got his wallet and is looking for his keys. For faffs sake.

Does it matter?

He's a faffer, I have the same issue 🙄

The problem with my faffer is that he doesn't understand that when I ask him to do something I want it done now. Not in three days when he's stopped arsing about counting his toe hairs!

fc301 - could you elaborate on the anxious faffery? I think this could be me ...

i get anxiety so if someoe faffs around something i just cant cope

i want to go now not next week

That would drive me mad.

My dh is like that character on the Fast Show.

He'll go out to the garage or shed, say, for a bottle of wine, and reappear 2 hours later saying, 'even better than that! ...I creosoted the garden table!' or some such.

'Even better than that!' in a brummie accent is a catchphrase in our house 🙄

I have a grade A faffer. I'm happy to let certain tasks just be done whenever but when it's something that needs doing in a time frame it's infuriating! Like I'll need him to tidy the living room while I clean the toilet and I explain it's because guests are coming in 30 minutes and yet I'll come down to a messy room! But thank fuck the grass has now been watered! Then he'll go for a 40 minute shit.

"Zampa" so do I