The most annoying habit your Uni refugee has ...

[Besswess88]

I’ll start.

So he’s been pretty good bless him, shit situation etc not knowing when he’ll be going back.

Using bowls that we don’t normally use because the rest are fermenting in his room.

Blocking the washing machine got 3 days with his washing, then handing it out over mine which is drying making my clothes and the room he has hung it in absolutely stink.

😭😭

I've got a graduate one. He should be launching himself into the world of travel cards and lanyards and flatshare snit-fits about stolen milk. Instead of which he's here with me and DH, doing waist-up online interviews in his suit jacket, tie, boxers and flipflops.

He's cooking tonight for the first time since he left uni in July last year. Lasagne. Refused to accept any cookbooks, found a recipe online, went out to forage for the American ingredients, came back with nine (9) mozzarella balls and four (4) tubs of ricotta, demanding to know why we didn't have 'a Dutch oven'.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yes yes to the nocturnal, which means I can't hoover before 2pm, then he comes downstairs to cook himself food in a kitchen that I have cleaned and tidied, rendering it filthy again.

The towels! The washing in general!!
Washing basket full - 1days clothes for DH, 1 days clothes for me, 1 days clothes for DS1 and UR (Uni Refugee) has 3 Tshirts, jeans, shorts and 3 sets of underwear EVERYDAY. How??

Our sofa no longer fits the family because he lies LENGTHWAYS on it.. it has 2 ends with recliners, but apparently lengthways with a blanket (that never gets folded again) is the way forward.

The sheer, mind blowing quantity of anecdotal food that gets consumed! This is not meals that are prepared and consumed, this is the pepperami, chicken wrap, sandwiches totalling an entire loaf and a week's worth of ham in one sitting, ice cream, crumbed chicken "snacks".
BUT, he gives me big cuddles when I bump into him between naps and snacks, and that makes up for everything..

@Aelfrid

I've got a graduate one. He should be launching himself into the world of travel cards and lanyards and flatshare snit-fits about stolen milk. Instead of which he's here with me and DH, doing waist-up online interviews in his suit jacket, tie, boxers and flipflops.

He's cooking tonight for the first time since he left uni in July last year. Lasagne. Refused to accept any cookbooks, found a recipe online, went out to forage for the American ingredients, came back with nine (9) mozzarella balls and four (4) tubs of ricotta, demanding to know why we didn't have 'a Dutch oven'.

You need to post a pic of this epic lasagne.

Only bit I'm surprised about - the overflowing washing baskets. You aren't doing their washing are you?