DH is awesome in lots of ways. I haven't had to touch the washing machine or any washing in about 3 years. He's much tidier and cleaner than I'll ever be. I do all the cooking because I enjoy 99% of it. We split the bills and the rest of the household chores.
However, he's a PITA with the stupid questions. You know the type: Where's my "insert item here", why is it only my stuff that ever gets moved, what time is it (said with phone in hand), can you ring my bank for me, how much is our gas bill, when is my mum's birthday, when is father's day, what's in the fridge..... All things he is entirely capable of dealing with himself.
Today I've had enough. My brain is overloaded, and something has to give. And it's going to be dealing with these stupid questions.
Since 4.30pm I've been asked "do you have any bulbs for this" - called from another room whilst I had my hand up the arse of the chicken were having got dinner. He was good in not psychic and to give me a clue. Cue debate about me being unreasonable.
Next was what are we having for dinner, having shown and explained it 6 minutes before. He was told to look at the kitchen counter.
Finally, it was where are my keys. And now I'm being asked if I'm OK, and why am I being obstructive 🖕😂
He's not going to enjoy this!