Constantly. The stepkids, the kid I'm engaged to, it's constant. Do we not all live here? Is it not right under your nose as per? Have you actually even bothered prior to making it my problem?
Sick of it today, it's midday and everyone has asked me where something is at least once. OH wanted to know where the fabric softener was. Same place it always is, there are just some ironing bits of top of it which obviously means it must no longer exist in that place. Didn't dignify with an answer. Testament to it being the first wash he's put on in weeks.
Youngest SS "where is the butter", "in the fridge" "what the blue tub" "nope that's mine (Flora lightest), yours is the grey tub (Lurpak)" "oh OK, this one?" "is that grey" "no" "so..." "there isn't a grey one" "there is a grey one" "nope, there is only cheese Spread".
Loses patience, gets up with freshly fed reflux baby, instantly finds grey tub "oh I thought that was cheese Spread". Baby proceeds to vomit all over us both because he's been moved.
Eldest SS, asked to changed cat litter, dutiful comes to do it to be fair. "wheres the bags" "under the counter next to the tray" "I can't see them" "LOOOOOK" "... OK"
Minutes later "Brother, can you look in your drawers for my jeans" "they aren't in his drawers, they are in your wardrobe" "they aren't, I just looked" "they are there" "they AREN'T". Gets up, instantly finds fucking jeans. "oh, well I didn't look that side"
AGGGGHHH this weaponissd incompetence is driving me wild. Why do men do this?! How is it learnt so bloody young?!
I know I'm just going to be told to stop, but it's not even like I jump to help, I really don't, it doesn't seem to put them off asking!
But why?! Why am I meant to have the answers?!