To think that DH would want a wife and not a mother...

[MrsMacaroon]

He kindly left me a morning gift of beard hair cuttings all over the bathroom sink yesterday and upon pointing out that it was still there for him to clean last night after he got in from work, he snapped 'and why wouldn't you clean it up? I clean up after your hair'. We had big argument after where I became screaming verago...made up after but this morning, hair is still there! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Firstly, I occasionally trim my hair in the bathroom and always clean it up myself...i would never expect anyone to clean up after me. I've maybe left a few stray ones on a towel or something. Cheeky bugger...Secondly, I am a SAHM and do all the cleaning, laundry, hoovering, tidying and organising in the house, even at the weekends...he does the dishes in the evening and some cooking at the weekend plus fair share of kiddy duties (superb dad). I tidy up after him constantly but apparently all that he does 'balances this out'...bollocks- he never tidies my side of the bed, puts my clothes away, picks up my dirty washing etc as I do.

There's a fine line between housewife and mummy and he is crossing it....am I in the wrong?

Nope but then most men are like this. My husband is fast turning into his Dad, which is not a nice prospect.

I put some rules up for the dc'sto follow last week and hubby has his own little set of rules cos he doesn't listen to me when I tell him over and over again. Has it worked, nope!

Oh and my dh doesn't help with anything domestic or kiddified.

No - he is.

so how do you get through to such twattish type husbands who seem to wear blinkers and have convinced themselves that they're pulling their weight? Is it really worth the hassle? Surely this is how good women turn into hellish naggy sorts...

YANBU.

Just stop doing anything for him?

I don't think 'most men are like this', actually - none of the three that I've lived with have been madly tidy, but they've all been quite clean, including the one who fathered my children.

My DH often asks how come I can quite happily step over my own shoes on the sitting-room floor, but turn into a madwoman if they're his. My point is, that if they're mine, I will (eventually) pick them up and put them away whereas if they're his, I also invariably end up picking them up. He doesn't "see" them.
But, annoying as this is, I don't think I would like to be married to Mr Tidy. Far more stressful, I reckon.