Minor things your other half does that make you all stabby 🙃

[ChilliOnTheWilli]

My DH is constantly asking for brews. I have never ever seen someone drink so many cups of tea and coffee in my life. His family are all the same, offering each other brews every 5 seconds. You literally put your cup down at my MILs and she's got the kettle on again.

I honestly can't take one more 'are you making a brew?' any time I look like I might be leaving the room or at the first hint of getting out of bed in the mornings. It gives me the RAGE 😂 (don't get me wrong, he makes a lot himself too). It's worse than hearing 'mum, mum, mum' for the millionth time a day.

He will even ask or get up to make one at like 11pm when we're in bed or if he's in the middle of drinking a beer in the evening.

Can I divorce my husband for making and requesting too many brews? Do your partners do anything minor that make you all stabby?

And obviously this is light-hearted, I won't actually stab him unless he asks for another brew

So many things...
Eats & snores noisily - these are probably due to having broken his nose several times, & consequent deviated septum. But he won't get help for it. Last time he fell (and ended up in A&E) they commented on it & said he should get it sorted, he hasn't.
Walks in & immediately strips off because he's too hot.
Doesn't put clean clothes away. Instead he builds a leaning tower of pants.
Complains when I put cups in the sink to soak but don't wash them immediately, but then does the same thing with plates. And then complains that he can't wash the cups properly because of his large hands (hence the soaking for easier washing, argh!)
Makes sandwiches, toast etc straight on the counter instead of a plate, & leaves the crumbs for a magic fairy to clean up.
Leaves his stupid massive size 13 boots all over the place. Specially placed for me to trip over them. They don't move, I just fall over, & the bastard things sit there, regarding me smugly.
Leaves his keys, wallet, phone in all manner of silly random places. Never the same place twice. Then expects us to help him find them, just as we're going out. We've been together 16 years, I'm so over that.
Sleeps like a car engine. He turns over, & over, & over, & over... and the fidgeting. Dear God, the fidgeting.

But he is also great in a lot of ways. Mostly he's just chronically untidy & likes to wind me up about mess. And he always washes the grill pan...

He sneezes. Out of the blue. No warning 'ah, ah, ah...' with a neat little 'tishoo' at the end. Just all of a sudden an almighty YASHOOOO!! Out of nowhere. Makes me and the cat bloody jump out of our skins, and leaves me feeling irrationally furious.

Leaves pans to soak for me to deal with the next day, doesn't clear the plug hole of food so it gets blocked, doesn't clean the sink, doesn't wash up properly. I admit I soak things but I'll go back to it to finish the job.

He repositions everything I put in the dishwasher. He is the man of the house and an engineer you see. Now I just put the dirty dishes in the sink and leave the loading to Mr Perfect. My late Mom, who adored him, used to get in fairly intense discussions with him about dishwasher loading. I had to leave the room I laughed so hard.

Well, my dear, you made a rod for your own back. You are officially in charge of dishwasher loading!

He also takes his socks off when we watch TV. He then throws them across the room to another chair. Why? Just why? He says his feet are hot. But it is freezing outside! Drives me near crazy. At least he usually picks them up.

He likes to teach me things. Yesterday I had the vacuum cleaner and he very kindly pointed out one setting was for bare floor and one for carpet? Really? Wow, I didn't know that. Ha ha ha. I did tell him I know how to use a vacuum cleaner so cut it out before I vacuum you up.

Leaves used tea bags in the sink. Absolutely enrages me every time!!

Fills up kitchen sink after dinner, puts in greasy plates, may or may not remember to wash them, then does not empty sink. In the morning I have to plunge my hand into a sink of cold water with grease and food bits floating in, to pull the plug. It makes the sponge smell as well.

Oh yes, forgot perhaps his most infuriating habit - doing otherwise helpful things at the worst most stupid times. Eg. The Uber is coming to take us to the airport, I am dragging cases to the door and shouting at kids to get shoes on and checking the back door is locked . . . . where is DH? He's tidying out the junk drawer. Or, I'm Cooking dinner and supervising homework and cleaning up the cats vomit and taking an urgent call from the school and DH chooses that moment to finally change our electricity supplier to save £1.75 a month.

Hangs the clothes he intends on wearing again over the side of the dirty clothes basket. We have hooks on the back of the bathroom door for that. After asking nicely many times, I've started just shoving them right into the dirty washing hoping he will get the hint.

Oh and when wiping down the kitchen counter. Instead of putting things away, he just moves everything a centimetre to the side and wipes around them, missing half the crumbs.