i know the alternative is worse, but damn. he gets a bee in his bonnet about something and then SHAZAAM, things are donated, purchases are made, etc.
apparently he decided he didn't like the dustbuster anymore because it wasn't strong enough. so he got rid of it. and bought a hand vacuum that you have to plug in. DUDE. i now do 95% of the cleaning, i've always done at least 75% of the cleaning. I GET TO MAKE THAT CHOICE. it's such a huge pain in my ass to lug out what's essentially a vacuum equivalent to suck up some damn cat hair or LITTER (which, again, mother of god will you please, husband, SWEEP UP THE LITTER THE CAT KICKS OUT OF THE BOX! it's YOUR JOB THAT YOU VOLUNTEERED FOR).
if i wanted to go through the rigamarole of looking for the closest outlet, i'd just use the regular vacuum.
this has happened with dish drainers, tablecloths (he doesn't even LIKE tablecloths), some books, clothes, lamps (he ALMOST thew away my favorite lamp that used to be on my bedside table that i was saving for my sewing table until i saw it out by the goodwill pile. i bought it with my own money and it wasn't cheap.).
i complain about him too much. they're all minor things. but his nearly allergic reaction to the accumulation of stuff is mind-bendingly irritating. especially because he's SUCH a stuff accumulator. you know how many hardcover books he owns? 2500. down from 10,000. and specialty baking supplies? and power tools? we have a drill whose sole use is to punch holes in brick and stone.
Every night I look in the trash can to see what (shit that wasn't his) ray threw away. Last night, he went after dinosaur flashcards, and plastic toys. Bitch. No.
And he tries to cover his tracks by putting a layer of newspaper on it. We recycle! Busted. He just can't be around clutter is his claim.
Every night I look in the trash can to see what (shit that wasn't his) ray threw away. Last night, he went after dinosaur flashcards, and plastic toys. Bitch. No.
And he tries to cover his tracks by putting a layer of newspaper on it. We recycle! Busted. He just can't be around clutter is his claim.
let me guess. HIS stuff =/= clutter. everyone else's stuff = clutter.
Every night I look in the trash can to see what (shit that wasn't his) ray threw away. Last night, he went after dinosaur flashcards, and plastic toys. Bitch. No.
And he tries to cover his tracks by putting a layer of newspaper on it. We recycle! Busted. He just can't be around clutter is his claim.
let me guess. HIS stuff =/= clutter. everyone else's stuff = clutter.
My dad was/is like this. If it isn't his, it is just clutter and needs thrown out. It drives my mom nuts, so she throws out his stuff every few years when he isn't around and it holds her over for a few more.
OH and this reminds me, once when I was little, my mom made my dad give his old letter jacket to Amvets, and Dad initially fought her on it and then was like UGH WHATEVER. So I snuck into the Amvets box and stole the jacket and hid it in my closet for two months and then gave it to him for Christmas.
You should have seen his face. Best Christmas ever. He cried. My mother was SO PISSED at me. lol.
I'm your H except not throwing away truly nice things, obviously.
I don't know which would be worse, having your spouse toss things indiscriminately or hoarding things like high school notebooks, law school outlines, or more ain't-never-gonna-fit-into-these-Bill-Cosby-sweaters than I can shake a stick at.
let me guess. HIS stuff =/= clutter. everyone else's stuff = clutter.
right?
HOLY SHIT yes. Mine's got cigars and a lighter and three pairs of shoes and tools and his iPad strewn about, but I leave one photo album laying on the bed and he's all "... are you done with this?" Judgy. I leave the broom leaning up against the wall because YOU'RE MAKING A FUCKING MESS CUTTING VEGETABLES AND IM NOT GOING TO SWEEP UNTIL YOU'RE DONE and he puts it away with a withering sigh. He makes fun of my cookie exchange invitation kit (I mean, whatever. LOL) taking up space, implying that I'm never going to use it, when he has entire closets full of all his college notes. ALL OF THEM.
see, this is why i get pissed. i don't have a lot of stuff. i'm not clutter oriented. i LOVE throwing away useless crap. what makes me postal is, for example, when he complains about the (neat, tidy) stack of magazines on MY desk and i look pointedly at the stack of books on HIS desk.
and the throwing away of things in "my" domain is maddening. i haven't thrown away any of his FIVE cookie scoops. yes, five. for portioning out dough for equally-sized cookies. he needs FIVE. so, leave my dustbuster alone.
Bye bye sports illustrated swim stack of mags from 88-13.
Now there's a stack of garage clutter I can do without
You should stash them at a friend's house. Don't mention anything to him and see how long it take for him to notice and then his reaction. You can decide when to return them.
Bye bye sports illustrated swim stack of mags from 88-13.
Now there's a stack of garage clutter I can do without
You should stash them at a friend's house. Don't mention anything to him and see how long it take for him to notice and then his reaction. You can decide when to return them.
You are so nice.
He claims he's saving them for adam. Newsflash. I am 99.9% + adam is gay!
H is a pack rat. He used to travel for work and I'd pitch stuff when he was gone. Now he doesn't travel much, he leaves for work after I do so I can't smuggle anything in to the trash. I'm on vacation Thanksgiving week and plan to put a lot of crap out after he leaves for work.
You should stash them at a friend's house. Don't mention anything to him and see how long it take for him to notice and then his reaction. You can decide when to return them.
You are so nice.
He claims he's saving them for adam. Newsflash. I am 99.9% + adam is gay!
You should have seen the trash men when my mom got rid of my dad's ummm, adult magazines. Christmas came early that year! lol