I know I am. Stupid little 'jobs'

[WinkyisbackontheButterBeer]

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?

stray spoon vandalising the drawer

silver disks of woe

I don't get this at all, but am very amused by your terminology, clearly this is a burning issue!

I hate all domestic chores, even though I live alone and there isnt all that much housework to do

I like some personal care jobs though, anything that involves ripping hair out by the roots, facial hair, leg hair

This is so funny
I can definitely agree with all these - except the kitchen sink one.
The previous owners of our house had an insinkerator put in - heaven

I hate washing my DH coffee filter, the stain filter

I hate cleaning bathroom floor especially if I see any pubes🤢

Moving furniture to clean
Getting to sockets behind furniture
Ironing
Cleaning the damn car inside
Going in garage- it's full of 🕷🕷🕷

Cleaning the oven
Getting out the steam cleaner
I don't mind stripping the bed and putting sheets but can't be arsed with duvet cover

God I'm lazy

mind you, when co-habiting I felt constant anger about household chores, living alone I just find them tiresome, so it is significantly less stressful in my case

Ooh that's silly perforated plastic seal that runs down a new eyeliner or mascara 😡

Yes WhatIsGoingOn Now
Moving furniture to clean
Getting to sockets behind furniture
Plugging the damn thing In
Watching the cable
Cleaning the stairs

My pet hate probably a bit broader, is anyone packing my shopping trolley but me - be it my kids, my husband or a charity packer. Hate it, hate it, hate it - I give them a donation and tell them to take a break.

I hate having to eat. I don’t like most food. Eating is a real chore. I cop out for most meals and have toast. I am 90% toast.

Emptying the dishwasher. I bloody hate it. Probably because of the layout of our kitchen which means I have to take out every bloody piece of crockery, stack it on the worktop and then stack it into the cupboards.

Opening cling film. I end up with bits of it everywhere.

Putting on clean duvet covers. Such a faff. I've been known to throw a sheet on top of the mattress and curl up in it instead of going to the trouble of putting on bedlinen properly.

Cleaning saucepans if I have cooked potatoes, particularly boiled potatoes. I find the hard crust the starch leaves behind virtually impossible to remove.

Wiping DH's stupid gross little bastard whisker shavings from the shitty spot behind the tap but in front of the wall/mirror. First of all, MrWrecks FUCKING WIPE UP YOUR BLOODY WHISKERS OMG. But how? How do I do it? Do I thread a length of bog roll between the handle and the tap and the wall and the other handle and basically "floss" up the damned whiskers? Do I contort my wrist and hand and fingers and try to wipe directly? Do I just take a pitcher and pour it straight over the bloody lot?

Or do I go grab DH by the ear and drag him to the sink, then stand there pointing and tapping my foot?

And pots. Taking the pots out of - or putting the pots into - the useless corner cupboard that's just on the floor and has a fiddly accordioning double door. I have to dislocate my shoulders and fold them both into my body in order to climb into this useless cupboard and reach to the back of the stupid thing. Then I have to take out ALL the pots, unstack them, get the one I need, stack them all back, and shrink myself back down again and go spelunking back into that cupboard. Then do it all again when the pot has to go back. Why do we keep the pots there???? Oh... nowhere else to keep the things. Maybe I'll bin the lot and just eat cup a soup forever.

When husband leaves a plate or bowl with scrambled egg/ baked bean/ tuna remnants in it. It's like trying to wash concrete off. JUST RINSE THE EFFING THING!
Also, freezer Tetris is the funniest thing I've heard in ages, and is so true.

YES to this OP. The stupid lid hurts my hand too and I also hate the silver thing!

YES to hanging out socks.
I never have enough pegs and if you don't give each sock a peg each, they always retain a damp patch!

I also hate opening packs of cleaning cloths as I can't take just one out of the folded pile within....the way they fold them means I have to remove the WHOLE plastic packet and then take one off.

STUPID! Now my cloths are open to the elements!

I hate the silver disc of doom too! It's only me that buys / uses the bastard thing too.

See also changing the bin. Our bin has an elastic band to keep the bin bag flat-great ideas! Only I hate the thing! Every time it pops off and I fish it out with bitter resentment and hatred. I need the c'ing thing though. It beats me every time.

Oh and trying to wash cereal bowls that have dried in cement otherwise called fucking weetabix stuck all around it. That alone is a good enough argument for using disposal bloody bowls.

The little plastic ring pull in cartons of juice and things like bottles of salad dressing. You know you will end up with it on your hand and potentially face!!

Taking the thinh plastic packaging off biscuits, chocolates or post-it notes. They supposedly have a perforation, or a little tag to get hold of. Supposedly

And YES to all of your too

Loathed changing the loo roll so much that I have done away with a wall-mounted holder and use a basket instead.

Taking the bin out. Similarly taking bottles to the recycling. Neighbours probably think I'm an alkie the way I'm always clinking out to the recycling. I just can't stand having miscellaneous cans/bottle on the kitchen side

Taking the first few slices from a new triangle of Brie. Presumably everyone starts at the pointy end with weirdly angled attempts to get a decent sized slice. But they're not straight, they're too small and then, even worse, my remaining cheese is an odd shape.
Life can be hard sometimes.

Getting one thing out f the freezer downstairs. Like say, DD1 asks for fish fingers for dinner but DD2 wants a pancake. So I have to walk all the way down there for two sodding fish fingers. DH thinks it's great having a separate chest freezer in the cellar but that's because he makes like one meal a week. He even brings the whole packet upstairs, takes out what he needs and then goes back downstairs to return the packet to the freezer instead of just taking a bowl down and taking out what he needs. I literally could not force my legs to take me down the stairs for that return journey.

Replacing toilet roll!! every single time, it's me who puts new roll on holder

Yes to most of these!!

The silver plug thing in the sink (urghhhhh)
When dh piles his cups and dirty plates NEXT to the dishwasher (put them in ffs)
When I put things on the stairs to go up and people walk straight past it or even move it out the way to get past!!!!
Feeding the cat wet cat food makes me feel sick
When dh has been giving the kids breakfast and he hasn't cleaned weetabix off the highchair before it's dried (like concrete)

When the tinfoil catches at one end and you end up with a piece that's a third of the width, then you have to spend an hour trying to unwind the bit that's caught.

Making tea for people, I don't drink tea and don't understand why they can't just have coffee like normal people. stirring the bloody teabag then having to squeeze it out and put it in the bin.