Name 1 thing you HATE about DP/DH

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Name 1 habit you hate..... it's Monday night, I'll start....

he leaves his shoes NEXT TO the shoe rack 😩

Leaves his pants on the floor in the bathroom, I cleaned it the other day hoovered picked up the pants, within an hour more pants on the floor!

Wears two pairs of socks and then leaves them inside one another in the washing basket so i have to unravel them 😡

He sneezes ALL THE FUCKING TIME!! it drives me absolutely spare, he's just done about 8 in a row and it always seems to be right at the important bit of whatever film I'm watching 😡😡

Whenever I cook something, or make a snack or lunch or anything, he'll be around chatting or reading or whatever until the very moment I've just finished making whatever it is, like the moment I put the top slice on the sandwich before cutting it, or the moment I drain the pasta before stirring the sauce in... He'll suddenly disappear upstairs. So then it's waiting, ready, going cold and I have to shout out "DP it's ready" like a numpty even though he knows full well it's ready because he saw me finishing it. It's every time and it drives me nuts.

Wears two pairs of socks

You can’t just say that like that’s a normal thing for a grown man to do and not explain it

Two pairs!? Everyday!?

He's too easy to nark off these days. For instance he'll be talking and one of the kids will interject. He'll instantly fold his arms, stun himself into rigid silence and give them the death stare. It's petulant and childish. It really pisses me off that he is pissed off. Don't be thinking I don't tell the kids off for interrupting because I do. It's just that when he launches into a monosyllabilic lecture about steam trains, cycling or Fred Dibnah that you aren't even allowed to audibly breathe during I dont blame them for snapping. He's a great dad and husband but he is definitely descending into intolerable grumpy bastard territory.

He loses his keys every single time he needs them.

I’ve bought a key bowl and when that didn’t work, key hooks. They haven’t worked either.

He's a total diva about bed pillows. Every night he faffs around trying out all the different pillow to find "his" pillow, the perfect one that he needs to sleep. Half the time he triumphantly selects a pillow that he had rejected as imperfect the night before. I on the other hand could happily sleep on a concrete floor so I let him get on with it and smugly note when he sleeps on a previously rejected pillow.

He also never sneezes just once, 8 or 10 times in a row they're enormous shout sneezes and ends in a "whoooooooo" noise.

Haha @Penny yup! Everyday with his work boots. I dont know why he doesn't just buy thicker socks

She spends too long getting ready, putting lipstick on etc. Doesn't keep the house clean and tidy. Dinner is never on the table when I get home from work. The grass is never cut short enough. She only cleans my car once a month. I'm sure there lots more annoying things too.

Leaves empty cardboard tubes on the loo roll holder. If I don’t chuck them, he will start to build a tower.

When he comes to bed, he stands next to it and gulps the water he’s brought up. Really, Loudly.

I’ve told him to stop this fucking irritating habit and drink it outside the door or as he’s coming up the stairs but he won’t listen.

I could quite happily murder him when he does it. The noise!

On the rare occasion that he does the dishes, he leaves bits of food in the plug hole in the sink.

Onions, chicken and peppers seem to be a favourite. He's not averse to snipping off the corner of a carton or sweeping bits of tinfoil or clingfilm into the sink either. And just leaves it there.

I fucking hate fishing out soggy bits of bastarding onion that he has been too lazy to scrape into the bin first.

And he snores.

Surf I nearly murdered dh during my last pregnancy in which the last trimester coincided with Cunting Hayfever season. You may think oh poor CheddarMan it's not his fault that he has allergies. Is it my fucking fault that the last time he had a sneezing fit he screamed each sneeze out so hard that next doors baby started crying? Is it my fucking fault that one time he screamed out 6 sneezes while dramatically bending and grabbing his knees while in Costco? I walked away as I was so ashamed. Also he could fuck off and sneeze anywhere anytime. No it has to be where I am and an audience. Twat.

I laid into him today for never properly protecting surfaces when he's decorating or doing DIY, then leaving any mess he makes to dry. I don't hate him for it, but I wNt to scrub his arse with the scourers/sandpaper/magic erasers that I've just had to pour my arthritic elbow grease into.

@CheddarIsNotTheOnlyCheese I absolutely sympathise.

I fucking hate loud sneezers. It’s so self indulgent.

(Yes, I realise how ridiculous that sounds)

He never puts his dirty laundry in the laundry basket, he dumps it on the floor next to it.

Haha I love reading all of these!! Makes me feel better, he's eating nuts next to me in bed... shoot me

Penny and Cheddar. I sympathise with you both and agree it is self indulgent. You see I grew up with a 40 a day smoker for a mother. Not only did we get woken up by her phlegm rattle of a cough she also sneezed and sneezed and fucking sneezed. She would get up before everyone and made no effort to be quiet. I dont just mean the coughing etc. She would stomp around and leave lights on. The tv would be up high. The coffee machine creaking away and the lung cleansing would commence.
The house was permanently dusty and sticky (it wasnt until I moved out that I realised your house isn't normally that sticky.and dirty. It was the fags. Hey I smoked but never indoors). Anyway these sneezes had no build up. They never failed to make me jump. You know that scream James Brown did.at the beginning of some songs? That's what they sounded like. It's funny but when she gave up smoking the coughs and sneezes fucked off too.

Procrastinating, smelly farts and snoring!

Opens a new thing without finishing the old one. examples that spring to mind, milk, shampoo, toothpaste, washing up liquid. Means we regularly have two or three of everything open at once

Constant noise. I love talking/chatting to him (most of the time), but if we're not having a conversation, he'll talk to himself, and it's a constant monologue. Sometimes I find myself thinking "SHUT THE FUCK UP" and then I hate myself

Constant, gratuitous farting. Honestly, fart if you need to fart but he seems to be in a lifelong farting contest with himself and delights in exceeding his previous personal best. Volume, sound, stench, comedy timing etc.

His Mother.

Smoking - it’s the only thing but I truly hate it and what it’s undoubtedly doing to his body!