It’s ruining everything at the moment.
We had a new oven installed a couple of days ago. DH was wfh, I was out, he said to leave the initial clean to him. I come back, the racks are washed and drying on the side, he mumbles something about having run the oven. I assume it’s good to go.
Tonight I cooked a meal in it and noticed some sort of flakes and debris lying at the bottom, making a pungent smell. I looked at the manual and it says very clearly to wipe away the debris after running it and to clean the insides.
Why the fuck did he not just say that to me? ‘pissedoff, I’ve run it but it still needs wiping down afterwards, do you want to do it or shall I?’
This is one in a long, long line of such incidences where 1 clear sentence would’ve saved me a lot of unnecessary work. So many times we have argued about this yet he mumbles, omits relevant facts, or ‘assumed you would find out yourself’.
He’s wonderful in every way but I am so very very very sick of this.