To ask what little things your partner does that niggle the hell out of you!!

[DannyOD]

(Lighthearted!!). Whenever my dh makes toast or a sandwich he always puts it on a whacking great dinner plate instead of a tea plate and for some reason it annoys the hell out of me!!!

I forgot the stupid sigh after he sneezes; as if he's been through some major trauma. Hayfever season is the worst

He collects cables - network, power, phone chargers, camera chargers, you have it we have a wire for it! On the plus side if anyone ever needs anything he has it!

For some strange reason will not get out of bed first! Irritates the hell out of me! Will snooze and snooze the alarm until I get up! Unfortunately his work is flexible and he can work from home. I cannot! He will also sleep until early afternoon Saturday and Sunday regardless of what time he goes to bed. I can’t face wasting the weekend so I can’t even sleep in longer at the weekends.

Leaving lids, caps, tops off everything he uses in kitchen, bathroom. Teaspoons left on counter, next to the kitchen sink after making tea and spilt sugar not cleared up. Leaving empty cans unwashed next to sink so that the food remnants dry and I have to soak them before they can go into the recycling bin - how difficult is it to just rinse the things straight away? Leaving can lids on the counter STILL in the can opener. Leaving things to "soak" in the kitchen sink and never finishing the job. Leaving the kitchen cloth festering in the sink underneath the things that are "soaking"!! Tipping fat and oil into the sink and leaving a nice greasy mess that needs to be cleared up by ... me!
Toilet roll laziness. Falling asleep on sofa. Yawning REALLY loudly for AGES before finally getting up, having snoozed his alarm at least 6000 times until minutes before my own alarm is about to go off
Leaving wardrobe doors open. Starting a new bottle of milk before the old one is finished. Putting any old stuff in the recycling bin and acting surprised when I tell him it's not recyclable. Never remembering to put the bins out and walking straight past them when they need putting away!
Having had an entire day to tidy up the house, starts loading the dishwasher and washing machine literally minutes before I get home, having clearly done nothing all day, and not sorted out any dinner for the kids (or us) as he'd "eaten not that long ago" Don't get me wrong, I'm all for doing nothing on a day off, and he works very hard, but seriously?! I could probably go on... but he does have some good qualities too 😂 😂
Hopefully that list will make some of you feel better, lol.

I’ll start by saying I adore my DH, we’re very happily married and he’s the love of my life.

However, when he brews up he slops tea all over the worktop and floor.

When he makes toast he wipes the crumbs into the butter dish.

He has size 12 feet and leaves his flip flops in the middle of the kitchen for me to break my neck on 😩

Can't stand the smell when he's used the loo. He never uses the bleach without nagging.

@incinemasnow he's such a child 🙄

@CantWaitToRetire I just don't get it, I'm sat here now looking at a hoody draped over a chair and he's coat hanging on the door, he's walked past the place where coats go and hung it over the bloody door

Remembered some more..

Scratchy he's balls continuously, not over he's trousers nope either..bare hand straight in

He ruins my life every fucking night with he's snoring, it's atrocious

Sitting on the toilet for an hour before he gets in the shower, at witching hour when I'm trying to cook dinner with tired crying kids under my feet

Insists he's always right. We have an ongoing row where he insists the M3 goes all the way to Southampton, and he lived in Southampton for 6 years, so he must be right. And when he was shown the map of truth with the m27 actually going to Southampton, not the M3, he said it was wrong because you don't turn off the M3 to get onto the M27. I said wow you are not ready to hear about the M25 then. He will not have it.

We had a similar discussion about the A417 to Gloucester. Turn right at Swindon off the M4. We agreed on that but then he said the A417 couldn't go anywhere near Stroud - despite me having driven on it many, many times on the way to Stroud. "Stroud is to the south," was his justification. Stroud is south of Swindon? Since fucking when? Round and round we go until he realises he's wrong says "I meant south of the river." South of the Thames? No the Severn. What????

Always wants to drive the scenic route anywhere, no matter the time or childrens' temper related restraints (he does let me override him on this one!)
Never tucks his chair back under the table, just gets up and walks off
Never closes a drawer/cupboard after he's opened it, thats a HUGE bugbear for me
Puts the passenger seat in the car as far back as possible so his backpack can sit in the footwell (not passenger seat cos of seatbelt sensor beeping off), so when I come to use the car, carrying two children and about a gazillion bags, struggle the door open ready to put DD2 in her seat SURPRISE her carseat has been completely squished by the passenger seat. Do a merry dance backing and forthing while cursing him to hell under my breath!

I must admit reading this thread has really made me chuckle tonight and I'm so glad it isn't just me that finds these things annoying, I just asked him what niggles him about me and he said "nothing really, not anything worse talking about anyway" so is it just us women that gets the rage for the littlest of things?

Thought of another, my DH works shifts and he'll say wake me up 10am tomorrow. 10 o'clock comes and goes with me bawling at him every 10 minutes, 11 o'clock also passed by. Now I wake him up, he has 3 snooze attempts, sometimes I'll send the kids up (no chance of any sleep then) or more often than not now i just leave him. I have better tbinhs to do. I've been known to let his meals go cold cos he can't get out of bed. I've even gone out before now and left him in bed. Why don't you just tell me the actual time you want to get up??

Comes into the house. And dumps his coat and bag on the chair in the living room. Having walked past the coat rack on the way in 

OH just asked what I was laughing at and I explained and said he does some of these things. He got so fucked off and said, “men wouldn’t write on a thread like that because they’re more laid back- women are petty.”
I said, “you literally have to slide a new loo roll onto the loo roll holder which is conveniently located. Why would you rather twist round and get your loo roll from the cistern?!”
He got all bratty about it when I said he would be at home in a pig sty.

Anyway my list:
Leaves socks everywhere.
Leaves coat on the sofa or on the back of the dining chair instead of the coat rack.
Leaves crumbs and stains and empty packaging all over the kitchen after making a simple snack.
Leaves wardrobe doors open all the fucking tiiiiiiime.
Squashes my lovely feather filled cushions half to death and falls asleep on them every night, drooling on them - but the minute I look sleepy he insists I go to bed straight away.
Leaves the washing up sponge all manky instead of rinsing it and popping it in the little holder. I always end up having to throw them away.

There’s probably more.
I’ve never once mentioned these things to him. I usually hope slamming wardrobe doors shut and singing “Cinderelly Cinderelly night and day it’s Cinderelly” as I pick up his socks would do the trick but apparently not.

Sits on the toilet for half an hour reading his phone. Usually when I need him to hold the baby whilst I shower.

Hacks at butter creating large crevices and puts his crumb scrapings back on the side.

Squeezes the toothpaste tube from the middle.

Picks his spots.

Never tucks chairs in.

Shuts windows when I open them to air the house.

But wait! There’s more!
Leaves NEARLY ALL cupboard doors open after being in the kitchen so it looks like some poltergeist scene when you walk in.
Leaves his wet towel on the bed.
Alternatively leaves the wet towel in a heap in the bathroom floor.
Manages to avoid the bath mat, so leaves a tsunami all over the bathroom floor which soaks my socks when I walk in after he has had a bath.

God, so many things!

He bites his nails til they bleed, then puts plasters over them and hen leaves used plasters on every flat surface

He puts the new toilet roll on top of the holder instead of actually on it

He leaves every light in the bloody house on

He misplaces his keys/phone/wallet at least 3 times a day and immediately starts ranting about how they’ve disappeared and will never be found before he’s even bothered to look for them

And he can’t hang wet washing or damp towels properly! He will literally take a screwed up piece of clothing and peg it on the line as it is, and screws up in a ball instead of hanging it properly

Uses a towel or tea towel to clean up any mess or spillage instead of a sponge/dish cloth/kitchen roll

Mine does this too!! Then I end up with a whole load of just tea towels to wash and nothing to actually dry the dishes with! So annoying 

Leaves his wet towel on the bed

And this too! ALWAYS on my side of the bed aswell 

Leaves his shoes lying around under the kitchen table, but bags the kids if they do the same.
Complains if I don't put a mug straight in the dishwasher (because I plan to reuse it), but leaves teaspoons lying around making marks on the granite himself.
Can't just be quiet, ever. But complains about how the kids never stop talking.

So, mostly hypocrisy based issues.

Also, won't fold towels neatly, or stack plates/dishes logically (he puts big ones on top of small etc)

Worst of all. And I think I 'win' here..... Every time he goes for a shit, he comes into whatever room I am in and makes a self satisfied, smug sigh of release. He saves this particular sound only for the specific post poo moment, so whatever I am in the middle of doing, I get to know he has just evacuated his bowels. Drives me absolutely demented.

Trumps in my airspace. For example, I'm sat down on the sofa, he'll walk past and trump. Not in my face but in the general area of the air I'm trying to breath. And he eats 8-10 portions of fruit a day. 🤮

Just asked him to put a wash on - he brought the washing down and put it in front of the washing machine and walked away

Puts rubbish on kitchen table, small bin under table and directly to the right is cupboard with 2 large bins! Eats in bed, crumbs everywhere, oh and never uses a plate when eating something messy

Another one here who will either not use up the toilet roll & not put a new one on or on the rate occasion he changes it, will leave the empty loo roll on top of the cistern for me to recycle.

Opens up something new when there's one already open or nearly finished. Always.

Uses things up & doesn't tell me so I don't buy replacements until I go to use it & realise there's none left.

Uses the hand towel in the kitchen as a tea towel... Instead of the tea towel. This one really bothers me.

Currently is breathing in MY quota of oxygen, snoring like a bastard, taking up 7/8s of the fucking bed. Every. Sodding. Night. Try rolling over 16 stones of bloke with my arthritis. Arse.

On a more lighthearted note (!!!), eats like a warthog, can't seem to manage the extra few inches to the kitchen sink with finished breakfast dish so leaves it on the side, definitely believes in the washing machine and cleaning fairy, and complains that he 'just can't see what needs doing around the house' so has to be told... I've given up!!!

I love the man but
He loses his shit constantly, glasses, phone, TEN credit cards so far. One of the CC losses involved someone racking up a great deal in iPads and Xbox! I just can’t understand the losing thing..

He makes noises with his lips. I brought it up to him and he denied it. He then proceeded to lip annoy me again.

He wakes up stupid. Looks around as if astonished to find himself in our bedroom ( after 12 years!) He is in EMS but if you wake him with an emergency he does not comprehend what you are saying for at least five minutes.

He hears nothing. Weird noises in basement? no. Crash in street. No.
Me falling in loo and fracturing my knee. Yelling to him for yonks. NO.
My sweet daughter heard me in her apartment in the upstairs of our house and came for me.