Inconsequential but HIGHLY irritating things your DH does

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I’m not talking ‘fails to do any housework’ or ‘won’t parent his own kids’ but minor irritations that make you want to scream but you can’t because its so petty. For me

Refuses to use the automatic windscreen wiper. Instead he waits until he has no visibility and then manually flips the wiper on once. In heavy rain he’s doing it every couple of seconds. Just put the bloody auto wipers on!!

Unloads the dishwasher but leaves select things stacked up ‘near’ the cupboard or drawer they live in rather than putting them away. Apparently they are left there to ‘thoroughly dry’.

Rage!!!

Omg, it’s incredible how similar men are!!
Leaving dishes by the sink or dishwasher.
Crumbs left on the kitchen surfaces. Always.
Not shaking wet clothes before drying them.
Randomly shoving pots and pans in the cupboards.

How are they wired??

Oh no.. reading as a woman thinking I do some of these things. I probably am annoying at times!

Sniffs. All the time.
Thinks he's a fantastic cook when he hardly ever cooks
Doesn't read books and, when we're having a conversation about books with friends, starts going on about one he read 10 years ago, and expects a medal.

My DH also does the windscreen wiper thing. He waits until visibility is zero then puts the wipers on. Not only that but when the rain stops he doesnt switch the wipers off and lets them screech across the dry windscreen until im screaming at him to switch the bloody things off Grrrrrrr

Do you not have tea towels ?

Carefully draping wet jeans over wet t shirts, wet socks and wet dresses because 'there's not enough room' on the top two bars to put everything separate.

Pathological aversion to closing cupboard doors, stacking crockery in size order (two perilous towers of china with at least 3 mugs and a glass poked in around them waiting to fall out of the open cupboard at head level instead of 4 perfectly neat and manageable stacks).

The dishwasher. I'm not sure how it makes sense, but it looks like he stores everything in a soggy cardboard box for at least a week before tipping them into the perfectly well designed rack in a heap.

See also putting glasses and cups in the bottom rack and leaving the pots out because 'there's no room', ignoring the fact that not only would there be room if the glasses and cups were in the correct rack, I bought a dishwasher that has collapsible spokes so large pots can lie flat.

Washing up by hand. Why? A) We have a dishwasher. B) It only happens once he's run out of other things so it's all cluttering the side. C) He does it with practically cold water, doesn't scrub, doesn't rinse and then leaves it on the side to put dirty stuff on top of it because he CBA to shove it into the cupboard until he can't access a square foot of countertop.

Always walking either ten foot ahead because he's forgotten that I can't walk fast or dawdling just out of my peripheral vision so I know he's there somewhere but he'll never be visible until he cuts straight across me.

Napping. It is not a hobby. Just stay up, then turn that damn phone off instead of keeping yourself awake half the night with podcasts and radio shows and then scuttling back to bed at the first available opportunity on the grounds of being 'tired' (but won't sleep, will stay awake with eyes shut, listening to more sodding podcasts for hours). If I was ill and actually needed to go to bed straight from work, it's guaranteed that by the time I came out of the bathroom, he will have run up the stairs and hurled himself into bed first.

Mumbling. It should not be a surprise to him after all these years that I haven't been miraculously cured of deafness. Speak to my face, not the side of my head.

Lovely, lovely man, but oh, my God, he has the spatial awareness of a dairy cow in a toilet cubicle.

My DH will walk into whatever room I'm in, stop, stare silently at the tv for about 30 seconds, then ask "what's this that's on?" . Every. Single. Time. I know he's not done anything wrong really, but it drives me nuts 😤

Leaving pots/utensils and mixing bowls on the surface after he empties the dishwasher. He literally leaves serving spoons out right next to the utensil pot!!

Sorry, posted twice somehow😕

Will literally wait until I’ve just cleaned the bathroom to shave. The rage it induces hearing the razor starting up when the sink has only been clean for 0.02 seconds

Every single one of these complaints is me. Feeling very exposed rn

(I am a woman)

My husband does the same and it pushes me over the edge! Is it really necessary to make more noise than an airplane taking off

another sufferer of a husband who refuses to use the windscreen wipers till we can’t see anything. It’s like an internal challenge I think to discover how close to totally blur we can get.

I do the draining board/rack thing.

Lol. Mine does the minimal wiper thing too. Says he “can’t see” if he switches them to automatically wipe!?

Oh God, have you got one of those too? Irritating, isn't it? And he sniffs.

Mine cannot shut drawers behind him, leaves them open just a bit when he's taken out his socks and it drives me mad.

He also has a habit of leaving his shoes neatly side by side (all good) but the wrong way round, and it freaks me out.

He's also strategically incompetent when it comes to loading the dishwasher.

Apart from that, he'll do.

Mine puts things away when IM STILL USING THEM. he will out the knife and chopping board away into the dishwasher between kids tea prep and kids pudding prep (chopped fruit). My coffee mug will end up I. The dishwasher before I’ve had chance
to have a refill. But does he ever ever wash the cafetière?! Never. Not once. The only thing he leaves by the sink.

Constantly takes baby wipes out of my bag then forgets to replace - eg we went for a day trip on Sunday and I was driving. He took the packet of baby wipes out of my bag to use one on DD’s nose. Later in a cafe toilet I went to grab them to wipe DD’s shitty arse, only to discover he’d left them in the back of the car.

Uses condiments at mealtimes then places them out of everyone’s reach, instead of back in the centre of the table. Then sighs dramatically if asked to pass me the salt/ketchup/whatever.

Sets used spoons on the clean draining board instead of popping in the sink or dishwasher. Also sets frozen raw meat to defrost on the clean draining board.

Shoves all the dirty pots & pans into the already full dishwasher, instead of just washing them quickly in the sink. It causes the top shelf to come off the rollers and apparently he doesn’t know how to fix it, so calls me to do it.

God , all these incompetent men. Thankfully I am single.

Puts the recycling on the counter top above the bin. All he has to do is open the drawer and drop it in, he's done 90% of the work taking it over there..why not just finish the job? Arrrrg

Digs spread out of the tub like he's he's mining for gold, rather than scraping along the top. Drives me potty.

Every morning he makes an espresso and he uses a spoon to scrape out the old espresso grounds from the espresso thingy and then he walks past the sink and puts the spoon covered in old wet espresso grounds down on the counter next to the sink without washing it off - in case, he wants a second espresso, he says! And every morning, I come by and wash the spoon off, wipe down the pile of grounds on the counter and put the nice clean rinsed spoon back next to the sink. It grinds my nuts why he can’t just rinse it off, in the sink that is literally right there! Instead of putting the dirty spoon down on the counter to create a puddle of murky espresso water and a pile of old espresso grounds that I ultimately will have to wipe up.

I love him. He is wonderful in all ways. But this makes me want to choke him. He also has a habit of putting ‘just one thing’ in the wash when I am trying to wash my clothes, which always seems to be trousers or a jumper with pockets stuffed with tissues or some other offensive item that shreds in the wash. Also makes me want to kill him. Otherwise, he’s a legend.

Same here 😅

I call those cowshed yawns

Unloads the dishwasher onto the draining rack (items are dry) and then thinks it’s job done.