DP moved in with me just before we went into lockdown. He is a good and very kind man who treats me well and my kids think the world of him. I also knew him 30+ years before we got together as we went to school together and stayed in touch, but since lockdown, he is working from home and here 24/7. I am a key worker in a care home, so I am thankful for the opportunity to leave the house and maintain a sense of normality at work (even though I am scared on a daily basis because of the lack of PPE and you can't socially distance in a care home) and I am probably a lot more stressed than usual.
I was a single mum for 12 years before DP and I got together. My eldest is 21 and my youngest is 8. Both of my girls live with me, and as I said, they adore him. As do I, most of the time...
In normal circumstances he would leave for work before me and get home just after me, so I'd still have that bit of time to take a deep breath, then get dinner on and welcome him home. As it is, he is just constantly under my feet where he is working from home and he is doing my flipping head in.
In the last 24 hours ....
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Last night I put my eldest DD's favourite mug by the sink to wash it up and he walked past me, accidentally elbowed me and the mug got smashed. I was upset as it was a special mug that I'd got her for her 18th birthday and he walked out instead of apologising, then texted ten minutes later to ask if he could come back. I said yes of course, but he shouldn't have walked out on me in the first place.
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He offered to make potato salad as a side dish to go with dinner tonight. I willingly accepted the help. He boiled potatoes for about 5 minutes, then emptied a WHOLE bottle of mayonnaise into a dish before dumping hot (uncooked) potatoes on top. He'd also only cut up two potatoes when there are 4 of us for dinner. I had to ditch the mayonnaise, rinse off the potatoes, chop more potatoes and cook them properly then go to the corner shop for more mayonnaise.
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I sleep on a blow up mattress in my lounge so that my girls can each have a bedroom. I've done this for years. DP insisted the mattress didn't need to be deflated in the morning and as he was dragging it out of the room yesterday (which he's now taken on as his job) he spilled my coffee all over my work uniform. THEN tonight as he brought down the fully inflated mattress, he smashed an expensive light fitting in the hallway.
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I have a decent coffee maker. DP was trying to be helpful and make me coffee in the morning (and he knows how to use it) but he switched it on without adding the water and it overheated and died.
He also says fink and fort instead of think and thought etc, also Fursday not Thursday and barf not bath. It isn't something I had noticed too much (or I had overlooked) before he moved in, but this is something a 5-6 year old child should be struggling with, not a 40 year old man and it is driving me insane.
I recognise he is only trying to help... and he IS a good man, but AIBU not to have murdered him yet?