@Emotionalsupportviper · Today 10:08
Agree - it is a male trait to irritate the hell out of women.
When Mr Viper retired he became a thorn in my flesh regarding the everyday. I've grown accustomed to it and can ignore much now, but the fact that he WILL INSIST on coming to do food shopping with me still drives me crackers. Especially since our local Sainsbury's closed their cafe and I can't even suggest that he sits down with a paper and lets me get on with it.
Don't get me wrong - he doesn't interfere and say what I should or shouldn't buy, but he is THERE and it drives me up the wall!
Every woman I have spoken to, whose husband has retired/ changed career and is now working at home/ is spending more time in the house for whatever reason finds herself close to drowning even the best of husband's in a bucket in a very short time.
At least Mr Viper keeps out of the kitchen cupboards. A close friend's husband retired and promptly went through all of her cupboards, re-arranging crockery etc, and sorting tins/ packets by some strange system of his own which turned out to be related to something like calorific value/ nutritional value/ vitamin B12 content or something equally obscure. Frankly, I would have beaten him to death with a tin of beans.
Apparently his system was more efficient, but
a) he never went into the kitchen to cook or even clear up
and
b) she couldn't find a bloody thing!
😆 Are we married to the same man?!
It's the 'I've got a few days off so I'll re-arrange the fucking kitchen cupboards' phase.
This has happened quite a few times... to me......
When I am out for 5-6 hours meeting a friend, or a family member who lives 40 miles away, I come back, and all 10 kitchen cupboards have been completely re-arranged. He has spent 4 hours doing it.
He has done NOTHING ELSE in the house. No vacuuming, no dusting and polishing, no washing, no ironing, no cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen and bathroom floors, no cooking or prepping for dinner later, no oven-cleaning, no microwave cleaning. FUCK-ALL. Just everything moved around in the fucking kitchen cupboards. All the tins facing the same way - a-la 'sleeping with the enemy,' and things in alphabetical order, and oh-so-neat. With a beaming smile and a 'that's how you do it' remark. Followed by 'saved you a job there' and 'you're welcome!' 
Not only am I fucked off that he has wasted 4 hours doing FUCK-ALL, but also I cannot find anything for WEEKS after. He thinks he has done me a favour, but all he has done is hindered me. Last time, I told him to never do it again. And the last few times I went out for 5-6 hours he did nothing. Didn't even wash a fucking plate. Arsehole.