I know I am. Stupid little 'jobs'

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I've just gone to make a cup of tea and realised that it means opening a new 4 pinter of milk.
I was unreasonably pissed off at this.

The cap hurts my hand and I hate pulling of the stupid, silver seal then having to throw it away.

I have no idea why this upsets me so much but it made me realise that I although I will do it. I am stupidly annoyed every time I have to and if that if I can find a way to get dh to do it, without actually telling him about my unreasonable dislike of the task, I will.

It made me wonder... is anyone else pissed off by anything as ridiculously small and insignificant, or am I alone in my unreasonableness?

The worst thing, Kitty is that DH uses the bathroom first (and spends 20 minutes having a shit) so I get undressed, brush my hair etc and get into bed. This means that I actively have to get out of bed to deal with all that shit.

Similar to other posters:

Putting petrol in the car.

All the little bits you have to do to get ready for bed (brush hair, brush teeth, put on PJs, etc).

Oh and pairing socks. Especially DH's socks as ALL his fucking socks are black, but all ever so slightly different. And he has this irritating habit of having loads of dirty socks on his 'floordrobe' for ages before putting them all in the wash at the same time, so I then I have to go through 20 'very similar but slightly different' black socks to pair them up after they've been washed.

Going to the shop for milk etc when I have the toddler and baby with me. Ridiculous amount of faffing, tantrums and crying normally involved for what should be a 2 minute job.

The husbands whiskas on the vanity unit round the sink drive me bonkers. The unit is black and so are his whiskas so when he attempts to clean them up he thinks they are hidden and doesn't bother. Drives me round the bend! I hate cleaning up whiskas that aren't mine!

The husbands whiskas on the vanity unit round the sink drive me bonkers Your husband leaves cat food round the sink????!!! :o :o

You know that thing of children, particularly girls, in third world countries desperate to go to school. Whereas here, the teenagers are being a bit meh about it. That’s what you lot sound like! But do admit, I love a moan about first world problems.

Having to return an item I've ordered...re packing it, writing my reason for return...
Cleaning the shower cubicle.
Having to change the attachments on the dyson for the stairs/skirting boards etc.
Putting anything away...hence the piles of mail waiting to be sorted...pile of ironed clothes waiting to be put away and the dishes sat on the drainer...

I hate putting the vacuum away. I love vacuuming and watching this brilliant machine suck up all the crap. I never empty it at the end because I’m waiting for my husband to get home so I can go “look at that! Look at the amount of dirt in there! That’s from our floors. We’ve been living with that.” I do the same with the steam mop cloths. He’s a lucky man but then I never put either of them away. It’s too much after I’ve vacuumed everything. I just leave it in the hall for days until my husband gets stroppy and puts it away. Hate emptying the bins too. I just never do it. I leave things over the side and sometimes even take small amounts of rubbish out to the main bin rather than empty the kitchen bin. I’ve never emptied our bathroom bin out either. When it gets too full to swing, I take the lid off the squash more things in and
put it back on so it’s compacted by the time my husband stroppily empties that too

Hiding that made me laugh. Was wondering why you were dealing with what is sounds like you were dealing with there!

Agree with milk foil and hangers (hate them, which there was an alternative). Also taking the leaflets out of medicine packets. So fiddly.

Not only am I the default loo-roll changer at home, but I seem to have become the same AT FUCKING WORK!!! There are 4 loos in the ladies, and every single fucking one had run out on Friday. Someone had helpfully balanced a new one on top of the empty roll in one.

Bin liner changing is a bastard too, but if I don't do it myself, the other fuckers in the house don't fold down the edges over the top properly, so it folds in on itself as soon as it gets half full, and then you find random teabags and shit down the sides.

I hate the tops of cartons. They will not budge.
Milk in tetra cartons are even worse.

Yeah, but didn't I see a poster earlier being smug about living abroad and having milk in Tetra cartons? You've got to really hate the foil discs if you think a tetra pack is preferable.

Trying to hoover car carpets. They are made of static stuff that causes the grit to just bounce about and never go up the actually hoover.

Opening dishwasher tablets (the ones that have to be opened) and putting them in the holder in the machine.

Hoovering the stairs - and we have a three storey house.

Unpacking and putting away the big food shop shopping.

Hanging washing out to dry, and putting the rotary line up before I can do that.

Putting the clean clothes away after they've been ironed.

housework I think they're referring to a switch thing on a petrol pump handle that locks it on so you don't need to hold the trigger down. They have them in the USA but I've never seen one here.

On a similar note, the Dyson handheld hoover thing has a trigger you need to hold down... poor design!

Hate having to open milk. So blinking painful.

Also hate drying Tupperware.

@kenbarlow I miss my mother bc she was the only person to help me with pesky jobs. You reminded me how much I still miss her.

She would also pick up the odd wrappers from the floor that only I pick up.

I've had such a giggle at this thread!

I also hate opening a new bottle of milk. I also hate tea bags - I'm the only bugger in my house who drinks tea (gallons of it!), but, to my DH's disgust I dump the tea bag on the corner of the sink.

I'm not sure why it pees him off so much as when he empties any saucepans contents into the sink it splashes everywhere and he never 'notices' it.

Our milk comes in glass bottles with a foil lid. They overfill the bottles, so when you push down on the foil with your thumb, the cream trickles down the sides of the bottle.

Obviously the milk lid goes without saying.

Mine is the iron cord. However hard I try to wrap it around the iron, the fucker always slips off the base, just as I am trying to get it back in the cupboard.

Also washing up the lunchbox which is divided into little compartments - I think I've drained out all the water but there is always a bit hiding in a corner that drips onto my sock!

I hate getting baked beans out of the cupboard and having to break into the shrink wrap! I always cut it open when I'm putting shopping away but oh doesn't ...

WoollyMollyMonkey Yessssssss. I hate it even more when the tab comes off the stupid silver git! I usually end up pulling it off with my teeth then as it's the only way I can get a hold on it.

Found another unreasonable annoyance today. Sodding sellotape!
You can never find it when you need it. You know when you last had it. You know the thee or so random places that you keep it. It is always in a place with mounds of other shit. So you methodically go through the possible locations, emptying out every other bit of crap. But is it in there? Is it bugger.

So you go to the next location and start all over again. You repeat this until all of the possible locations have been exhausted but it has not been found.
So you go back to the first place and empty everything out again. And lo and behold there the crafty little bigger is. It's obviously been hiding in purpose. On a really bad day I find it in the third possible location after going through them all twice!

Then you have to find the end. Spend ages rubbing your finger around until you thing you have found it. Ten minutes of scratching with nails and teeth (during which a tiny bit of it gets stuck in your throat) you realise that this is not the end at all, but a crease masquerading as the end.

When you finally do find the end, it's not a clean cut and you end up going round and around the roll trying to work out wher the skinny bit ends and the actual proper usable stuff starts.

So great, you've got it, oh no no no! The sneaky little fucker slips out of your grasp and the finding the end game starts all over again.

It's not getting away from you this time so you hold it in your teeth. And the rotten sticky little twat has one last go by talking all of the fucking skin off of your fucking bottom lip. Ouch

Not to mention the stupid wrapping paper that it doesn't attach to, it attaching itself to your hand, realising there's a bit of hair under it, trying to hold the paper closed and attach the tape and when the end disappears again when you need another piece.

And yes those posters who pointed it out. I am aware that these are first world problems.

Erm sorry. That became long and ranty!

We have the clicky thing on some of the petrol pumps here, but you can’t set an amount, they just turn off when the tank is full. I take great satisfaction if I ever get to get a full tank’s worth, standing next to the pump, hands free. It’s like magic!