A funny one for me today. DH went to the grocery store to grab a few things. He came home with six grocery bags full. He wanted to stock up on a few things. He has stocked our house up with.... bagged salad.
“It was on sale! We can just freeze it, right?” “.....no”
If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here eating salad kits for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next 3-4 days.
This is where I wish I was southern and could throw out a “bless his heart.”
DH also braved the store today. He came home with bread, markers, and two bottles of vodka. Apparently the majority of items on the list had “spotty availability” but at least he knew where my priorities lay.
That’s freaking hilarious!!! My DH has also been doing more of the grocery shopping and coming home with bizarre things, but not 6 bags of salad. It’s like an episode of Chopped every time I have to make a meal though because I don’t know what mystery ingredients that I’ve never used before he bought.
DH bought peppers for Arroz Con Pollo. He is notorious for not checking what we have first. We have now 7 peppers from the other time he was planning on making it last week. At least I can freeze them. He also bought 3 large bottles of barbeque sauce?
Post by covergirl82 on Mar 23, 2020 11:39:14 GMT -5
We had a leak in our basement (from the water line to the fridge, it leaked onto the drywalled ceiling and walls in the basement) a couple years ago that we haven't fixed yet. Now that there is time, DH got drywall to patch it so that I can paint it. However, he didn't measure the drywall thickness of the existing drywall, so he bought 1/2" instead of 5/8". (I guess most drywall in houses is 1/2", but for some reason ours is 5/8.") He was originally going to just use the 1/2", but I told him that it doesn't even make sense to do the patching if it's going to look awful. So he went out this morning to get 5/8" drywall, since we go to shelter-in-place as of midnight tonight.
DH is somehow getting priority of internet. The man is on video chats all day. I'm up in the office, closest to the router, and getting the shittiest service known to man. It takes me 3-4 minutes to attach an email to a document. Add in the kids don't interrupt him, and I basically want to scream. Oh wait. I did scream.
DH doesn't get why both DD and I are exhausted when we get home. I've tried explaining it, DD has tried explaining it and he still just can't get it through his thick skull. He keeps grumbling because I'm taking a long bath after DD goes to bed and I use up all the hot water. Plus he keeps telling me I should go take the dog for a walk or paint or do a project.
Post by erinshelley21 on Mar 25, 2020 14:12:23 GMT -5
Just today, DH has: - pooped in the bathroom attached to my office - made 0/2 kid lunches - went to get groceries since I was "getting the kids lunch" - made 2/5 kid snacks - unwillingly agreed to boil pasta to put in the crock pot but couldn't comprehend that the pasta needed to be made right now so that the entire recipe would be put in the crock pot and become one. I said I'd mix everything else if he could do the pasta, so now while he has "quiet time" with DD, aka DD watches TV while he naps, I'm boiling pasta.