To ask what things do people do in your home that annoy you?

[Penguinonesie]

I'll start; we do not wear shoes in our house, that means they get taken off at the door, none of this "can I just pop to the toilet?" Business, no bloody take them off!!
Please do not let drop horrendous gut farts in the bloody hallway so that every time I move from one room to the other I want to vomit.
And please stop touching stuff when you haven't washed your hands!!
Please note I am OCD diagnosed.
Oh, and talking to me when I am in another room to you, I cannot hear you!
I wish people would respect the way that our home is, if you don't like it then don't come over.

Leaving coins, lego, other random shite in pockets after being repeatedly told not to and buggering up the washing machine.

Penguin..my children played on the floor also..didn't do them any harm at all and they have built up a fantastic immune system, they are rarely ill.

Eeek! I'm soo glad I don't visit "friends" very often... maybe some of these responses are why!

If posters really cannot abide other people's habits don't have them over...

Stroking the cat who malts and then putting the hair that comes off on their hands all over my living room wooden floors. So when they leave the floor is covered in cat hairs

DSD uses the HAND towels off the HAND rail to get dry after a shower/bath... them dumps them in heaps on the bannister so they stay wet and start to smell.

She also does the dishes in such a way that they always need re-doing because there's ALWAYS bits of food on them.

DH put the washing up bowl in the sink landscape instead of portrait which REALLY PISSES ME OFF!!!!!!

DD(5) uses a chair in the living room to dump all her crap on

They all keep leaving the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs open, which I use to stop Dickhead Dog going upstairs where he lies on our bed licking his paws and making the duvet PISS WET THROUGH. Or he goes up to DSD room and promptly stumbles down her fucking stairs injuring himself cos he's such a Clumsy Dickhead!!

My lot really do piss me off sometimes! Why don't they just do as I say!?!?!? Will they never learn!?!?!

Lurpack my mil does that! Strokes the cats extra hard. They're short haired and don't even shed that much. But she manages to de-hair them every time.

Another one; going in my fridge for no reason other than to be nosy

'THEN HE LEAVES AROUND 11pm ( also fine) WITHOUT HAVING WASHED UP THE DISHES HE USED. FOUR DIRTY CASSEROLE DISHES J GUESS I GET TO WASH UP ... argh the rage'

Beatrice, why on EARTH do you not tell him to do his own washing up or bring his own casserole dishes to cook his chicken.

Bring toddlers they're in the middle of toilet training, not wearing a nappy/pull-up and then let them run off through the house unsupervised. And then when the inevitable happens, carry the child through the whole house to the loo while they're mid-flow, leaving a trail of piss through on every floor and over toys and the baby's playmat rather than a single puddle. Or discover they've actually been pissing into my sofa while they were sitting so sweetly quiet. In both cases, ask if they can help clean it up but then just fuck off leaving it all for me to deal with.

Leaving the extractor fan on.
Leaving shoes on inside
Leaving dirty dishes on the draining board
Putting cups of hot drinks near where the dc can knock them off.
Dparents telling me what to have on tv - news, all the time. Or sport.

Making a cup of tea and leaving the used spoon on the worktop rather than rinsing it, or at least putting it in the bloody sink (my FIL).

Leaving used dental floss on the bathroom windowsill.

People do that gettin? Surely there's a bin?

Hanging their coat on the bannister when we have coat hooks!

Refuse to make their own drinks. My close family (parents, aunties, uncles) should be able to come in and make their own brews. Every single time I feel like I'm a tea lady. They're here so often, it just bugs me that I have to wait on them hand and foot. They can never get their own stuff...argh it bugs me so much!

Expecting me to shut the dogs up in the kitchen. I do it only for people with very small children who are staying for short periods of time, but otherwise they can come out if they want. They're part of my family and shouldn't have to be shut away.

A certain relative of DH who came to stay, and then got surprised when I come home early from work and found them dressed in a full outfit raided from my wardrobe....I was

' My close family (parents, aunties, uncles) should be able to come in and make their own brews. Every single time I feel like I'm a tea lady. They're here so often, it just bugs me that I have to wait on them hand and foot. They can never get their own stuff...argh it bugs me so much! '

Then you stop doing it. 'How's about a cuppa then?' 'Help yourself! My days of tea lady duty are behind me now.' The end.

Dd is filthy with used sanpro.im forever telling her to roll it wrap it bin it. I detest the sight of used sanpro sunny side up on the bathroom floor.

That is revolting!

Oh it gets worse. Emptying the suitcase after she returned from a residential trip to be greeted by bloody knickers with used sanpro still stuck on them. I did not expect to need rubber gloves when unpacking a 10 year olds case!

Allowing and encouraging their precious darling to attack my elderly cat, despite being told to leave her alone, then claiming " he doesn't mean it, he's just a bit clumsy".
Cat was put to sleep as a result.

@IlPorcupinoNilSodomyEst oh yes. DH didnt even realise that I don't bend my head forward to wash my hair like he does. Have my back under the shower and wash it that way. He just assumed I had thick back skin as I like pretty hot water. When I told him/showed him how difficult it is for women to stand like he does (especially as I'm pregnant) it was like a light went on after a long pause... he still finds it odd though.

@phoenix1973 poor kid, sounds like she might be having a difficult time dealing with her periods.

Ask for my Wi-Fi password
Ask why I'm in my pjs again
No food upstairs then not bringing plates etc downstairs
Putting dirty washing on the floor NEXT to the basket instead of putting it IN the basket.
Asking if I'm trying to trip them up by leaving stuff on the stairs.
Not changing the loo roll.
Changing the loo roll the wrong way round.
Reading my shopping list.
Spinning round on my spinning chair.
Sitting in my chair.

Towels in the bathroom are folded in half and hung about halfway over. Someone takes it off, uses it and then tucks it over at the top a tiny bit so it falls in the floor. Every fecking visit. I say something every time.

Waits until I go out I the room and then reads calendars, birthday cards.

My sis and her family visited for a weekend. I looked after her DC, we all got back from a day out and her and bil went to bed, in my bed.

Arrange a visit. Texting with a ETA and a reminder to out the kettle on. If this is not responded to a telephone call "put the kettle on" reminder follows. Immediately on arrival asks for tea. We live an hour away, they have a cuppa before they leave and stop on the way. Bring a flask or an iv.

Comes through the front door, goes to fridge, has rummage and snack feast.

Can't serve food family style in bowls because they will cherry pick and leave others short even though I make loads.

Long arms, come for the weekend and act like lazy locusts. Very inhospitable during return visits.

Don't entertain drop ins

Cheeky fuckers know I'm gnarly.

I love some of them a lot but they are pain in the arse guests.

We're very easygoing. The only thing that has ever really pissed me off is SIL letting her kids pester the dog endlessly when the poor animal just wanted to sleep. She wormed her way into a tiny corner, and the youngest child wriggled on her belly to try and get to her and stroke her.

I asked SIL to stop them (they just ignored me) and she did it in a really half-hearted way and never followed through when they carried on.

They've never been invited since. They still persecute her when we're all at MIL's though, and MIL hates it if we don't take the dog when we visit (Dog and MIL adore each other - she snuggles up with MIL and gets endless fuss, and leftovers).

People who stand there reading your calendar and/or noticeboard intently.

MIL is a swine for this. As soon as she comes in she goes straight to the kitchen calendar to find out what's going on. She also reads every single card on the windowsills if it's someone's birthday. I've caught her once looking at the post and she was mortified when she realised, but she has absolutely no sense of privacy where DH is concerned; she thinks as his Mother she has the right to know every detail of his life.