Post by orangeglow on Oct 30, 2014 12:08:05 GMT -5
I can't move the living room furniture. I've been asking for 2 months now for him to do it so that I can steam clean ALL the carpet in there - not just what's exposed.
He does it this morning. I had to run to job #1 to drop some stuff off and now I am home doing the PILES of work I got last evening for job #2. He's all proud he finally did it, I am slightly annoyed he didn't ask if it would be convenient for me.
Also, I don't have my desk set up to be a workable space yet, so I usually work on the couch. Today I am at the dining room table and we have benches and not chairs. UGH.
Post by trafficgirl on Oct 30, 2014 12:13:20 GMT -5
H used this grill plate thing to grill fish over the summer and it ended up getting totally charred. I normally do the dishes, but I told him he used it, he had to clean it. He said ok.
It has been sitting on our counter since August. AUGUST. I've asked him when he'll clean it and he says it needs to soak. SO SOAK IT MOTHERFUCKER.
I love him, but man alive if this isn't in my craw.
Post by amberlyrose on Oct 30, 2014 12:15:36 GMT -5
I have the ultimate FWP.
DH set up a projector to take up one wall of our living area, which is awesome! Great TV watching, for sure. Except now I have no idea where I'm going to put my Christmas tree. It makes no sense except on THAT wall.
It's been sitting dirty on the counter for two months?!
It's been rinsed so it's not like stinking up the place, but it needs a deeper clean. So yes, we've totally had it sitting on the counter for 2 months.
I realize this is stupid. I should just do what meki suggested and chuck it.
Post by shostakovich on Oct 30, 2014 12:29:48 GMT -5
Yesterday, H was washing dishes and I spent about ten minutes clearing off the kitchen table. Our place is small, and I like it clear because it feels less cluttered. H knows this, because I've told him 6,496,012 times how I like it clear. Yet, it is covered in bullshit about 83% of the time (but remarkably clear 100% of the time H is on tour).
I finish clearing it of mail, papers, etc., then I go to the bathroom. I come back ~ 3 minutes later, and H has opened a box on top of the table, scattered the box's contents hither and yon across the table, then walked away. He takes his life into his own hands when he does shit like this.
My DH is trying to redeem himself for my bday letdown and asked his mom last Saturday to watch our kids next Saturday (so 2 weeks notice). She said "she'd let us know". She has no job, no friends, and absolutely NO life. If she doesn't want to, fine, but LET US KNOW so we can try to make other arrangements if possible. This same exact thing happened a few weeks ago and she didn't get back to us ON THE DAY we asked her to watch them and then was all surprised when we said "no thanks, we made other arrangements".
How does something on your counter for two months not make you mental? Maybe I just don't have enough counter space.
Also, OP, are you injured? In just curious why you can't move furniture.
We have SO MUCH SHIT on our counters.
2 containers of spatulas/cooking utensils
3 growlers that need to go in the dishwasher (and somehow never make it in because they're awkward to fit in there)
5 large containers of baby formula
About 20 small packages of baby food
A tub for baby bottles to soak
A drying rack for the baby bottles
A towel for the excess from the drying rack
The medicine for DS2s ear infection
A kitchenaid mixer
A toaster
A can opener thing (that can be plugged in)
Plus a bunch of random papers and fruit
If I dwell on it, it totally makes me mental. But a lot of the stuff there's no other good place to put it (no room in the cupboards) so I've kind of thrown my hands in the air and embraced the clutter.
I cannot wait to be done with formula and bottles and baby food. We're so close.
My main complaint about my h is that he comes home and acts like where the eff is everything? Where is this? How come you don't have that?
Last time it was paper towel and polysporin. "Where's all the paper towel? Why don't you have a roll up here?" (We have like 50 rolls in the basement). Well h, that would be because I don't use paper towel. Its wasteful and I just don't have the same obsession you do.
I ordered an elliptical machine. It came yesterday. It would have been nice to know it weighed a bazillion pounds. H can get the one side lifted, but I can't pick it up. I'm not strong enough.
It's going into the basement, which has a walk-out. "H, let's put it on the grass and just slide it around to the back of the house." is my first suggestion. He thinks this is dumb. He tried for 45 minutes to come up with other solutions, pick it up, etc. Finally, he sighs and says "Fine. Put it on the grass. But you'll see it won't slide. And if it does, it will ruin the grass, and probably rip apart the box, ruining the machine."
It took us two minutes to slide it around to the back of the house. No damage. I win.
Also, OP, are you injured? In just curious why you can't move furniture.
No. I am pregnant with a really bad recurrent hiatal hernia. I wasn't supposed to lift anything more than 20lbs before getting pregnant. Now that I am I actually really listen most of the time. It sucks. I hate being like "oh, I would love to help you, but I am not allowed to lift anything." I just don't like being dependent on others to help me. I should have surgery about a year after baby is born. And then 2 years to make sure it worked. And THEN maybe I can lift things again.
H used this grill plate thing to grill fish over the summer and it ended up getting totally charred. I normally do the dishes, but I told him he used it, he had to clean it. He said ok.
It has been sitting on our counter since August. AUGUST. I've asked him when he'll clean it and he says it needs to soak. SO SOAK IT MOTHERFUCKER.
I love him, but man alive if this isn't in my craw.
Dude, throw that thing in the garbage right now. It will make you feel so much better. And if you're a bitch like me, make sure it's right at the top where your H will see it the next time he throws something out.
Yesterday, H was washing dishes and I spent about ten minutes clearing off the kitchen table. Our place is small, and I like it clear because it feels less cluttered. H knows this, because I've told him 6,496,012 times how I like it clear. Yet, it is covered in bullshit about 83% of the time (but remarkably clear 100% of the time H is on tour).
I finish clearing it of mail, papers, etc., then I go to the bathroom. I come back ~ 3 minutes later, and H has opened a box on top of the table, scattered the box's contents hither and yon across the table, then walked away. He takes his life into his own hands when he does shit like this.
THIS IS MY H. I sympathize with you so much. I like to call it "flat surface syndrome" aka every flat surface must be occupied, as far as my H is concerned.
How does something on your counter for two months not make you mental? Maybe I just don't have enough counter space.
Also, OP, are you injured? In just curious why you can't move furniture.
We have SO MUCH SHIT on our counters.
2 containers of spatulas/cooking utensils
3 growlers that need to go in the dishwasher (and somehow never make it in because they're awkward to fit in there)
5 large containers of baby formula
About 20 small packages of baby food
A tub for baby bottles to soak
A drying rack for the baby bottles
A towel for the excess from the drying rack
The medicine for DS2s ear infection
A kitchenaid mixer
A toaster
A can opener thing (that can be plugged in)
Plus a bunch of random papers and fruit
The bolded would drive me up a wall. The rest aren't so bad. I keep our toaster and a container of cooking utensils on the counter. And the Keurig, obviously. And a fruit bowl. And a paper towel roll holder. We have a lot of counter space. I'm mostly grossed out by the grill thing. I hate seafood and I would feel like it was assaulting my nose every time I walked anywhere near the kitchen.
Yesterday, H was washing dishes and I spent about ten minutes clearing off the kitchen table. Our place is small, and I like it clear because it feels less cluttered. H knows this, because I've told him 6,496,012 times how I like it clear. Yet, it is covered in bullshit about 83% of the time (but remarkably clear 100% of the time H is on tour).
I finish clearing it of mail, papers, etc., then I go to the bathroom. I come back ~ 3 minutes later, and H has opened a box on top of the table, scattered the box's contents hither and yon across the table, then walked away. He takes his life into his own hands when he does shit like this.
THIS IS MY H. I sympathize with you so much. I like to call it "flat surface syndrome" aka every flat surface must be occupied, as far as my H is concerned.
YES! Somehow, I manage to keep the table clear when I am home by myself. Once he walks in the door, sometimes within seconds, his mail, keys, wallet, sunglasses, travel mug, backpack, random receipts, and plastic bags have covered it. And there are places for all of these things that are not the kitchen table.
I think it's just instinctual, like how birds always know where to migrate or those butterflies know exactly which forest in Mexico to fly to - he's just drawn to it.
H and I had the same conversation last night about 5 times, 20 minutes apart.
Me: Hey, don't forget Viv has a dr appointment tomorrow. H: What time? Me: 9:00. And I'm leaving Ollie here, it shouldn't take long. H: Okay. ::::20 minutes later:::: H: wait, what's going on tomorrow? Me: Viv's appointment. At 9. H: Are you taking Ollie? Me:......no. I'm leaving him here. It shouldn't take long. :::::20 minutes later:::: Me: So when I get back with Viv tomorrow I'll just grab Ollie and head to the library for story time. H: What? Where are you going tomorrow? Me: ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?
I told my H if he opens the fridge and drops an "oh honey" on me ever again I will stab him in the neck. He is like the freaking fridge nazi. Too much of something, not enough of something else, half of an apple DD ate that needs to be thrown away...and I get "oh honey." Keep that shit to yourself dude bc I don't give a fuck that I bought a pound of turkey when we might have only really needed half a pound.
THIS IS MY H. I sympathize with you so much. I like to call it "flat surface syndrome" aka every flat surface must be occupied, as far as my H is concerned.
YES! Somehow, I manage to keep the table clear when I am home by myself. Once he walks in the door, sometimes within seconds, his mail, keys, wallet, sunglasses, travel mug, backpack, random receipts, and plastic bags have covered it. And there are places for all of these things that are not the kitchen table.
I think it's just instinctual, like how birds always know where to migrate or those butterflies know exactly which forest in Mexico to fly to - he's just drawn to it.
Yes! My H travels for work. I have 3 little kids (4, 2, baby). We keep surfaces clear while he is away. It's seriously fighting his innermost desire to try to keep it that way when he is home. Omg it's making me irritated just thinking about it and he won't even be home for another 6 weeks lol.
DH always puts his pop cans upside down in the sink to "dry out" before putting them in recycling. And then leaves them there while everyone else in the house puts all their dirty dishes on top of them. So by the time I find it, not only is it not dry, its covered in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Seriously makes me ragey. Its not the end of the world if a pop can still has a few drops of pop in it before you add it to the bin.
I'm on modified bed rest, and my husband has a seven week break from his MBA classes. Every.fucking.night he sits on his ass complaining about how tired he is. I am left to pick up after our three year old, wash dishes, and clean up the disaster that is our cooktop every time he uses it. He is going to die tonight if he doesn't get the Halloween decorations up for the party that he insisted we have.
My main complaint about my h is that he comes home and acts like where the eff is everything? Where is this? How come you don't have that?
Last time it was paper towel and polysporin. "Where's all the paper towel? Why don't you have a roll up here?" (We have like 50 rolls in the basement). Well h, that would be because I don't use paper towel. Its wasteful and I just don't have the same obsession you do.
Dude. We've talked about this before, right? They have no right, goddamnit. I don't care if you paid for it all, I get to decide what, where and how much.
It drives me in-sane. Every time he comes back it's something. "Why do we have so many dishes? How come the kids need so many pairs of pj's, I can't close the drawer". Huh, that's funny. I never have a problem with their dressers or my dishes. Must be you.
THIS IS MY H. I sympathize with you so much. I like to call it "flat surface syndrome" aka every flat surface must be occupied, as far as my H is concerned.
YES! Somehow, I manage to keep the table clear when I am home by myself. Once he walks in the door, sometimes within seconds, his mail, keys, wallet, sunglasses, travel mug, backpack, random receipts, and plastic bags have covered it. And there are places for all of these things that are not the kitchen table.
I think it's just instinctual, like how birds always know where to migrate or those butterflies know exactly which forest in Mexico to fly to - he's just drawn to it.
OMG. We just got home from a week out of town. I scheduled a house cleaning so we could come home to a clean place. That lasted a whole 30 minutes. DH opened boxes we had, pulled everything out of the luggage, and put shit on every surface and the floor! Can we have a clean house for more than an hour?
Of course, he rushed out the door this morning and didn't clean a damn thing up, so I'm sitting here with a cold and shit everywhere.
YES! Somehow, I manage to keep the table clear when I am home by myself. Once he walks in the door, sometimes within seconds, his mail, keys, wallet, sunglasses, travel mug, backpack, random receipts, and plastic bags have covered it. And there are places for all of these things that are not the kitchen table.
I think it's just instinctual, like how birds always know where to migrate or those butterflies know exactly which forest in Mexico to fly to - he's just drawn to it.
OMG. We just got home from a week out of town. I scheduled a house cleaning so we could come home to a clean place. That lasted a whole 30 minutes. DH opened boxes we had, pulled everything out of the luggage, and put shit on every surface and the floor! Can we have a clean house for more than an hour?
Of course, he rushed out the door this morning and didn't clean a damn thing up, so I'm sitting here with a cold and shit everywhere.