I'll preface this by saying I am particularly sensitive to eating sounds, but this morning, I felt ridiculously on edge and rageful at hearing my husband eating crisps. There are a few contributing factors that made me so angry.
- He eats crisps by crunching his teeth on them before closing his mouth, amplifying the sound.
- It was around 7am and I was just waking up, cosy in bed with the cats.
- He had been out drinking with his rugby mates last night and hadn't come to bed yet, which happens maybe once a month. I don't like it because he then sleeps all day on Sunday and don't really see him all weekend.
- The noise of him rustling the bags and chomping made its way from the living room (stairs open into it) and through the bedroom door, which was ajar enough for the cats to come and go.
- He ate three packets back to back.
AIBU to have forgone my lie-in after he opened third packet, called down the stairs to tell him to stop being so fucking loud, and then voiced my disgust after I'd showered and gone downstairs?
He was all wounded and went to bed.... he's still there now.