That drive you NUTS!
I've lived with MrsLostSon for 20+years, we got together as teenagers. I love her & am happily married with two great children...
But in that whole time I don't think she's EVER put ANYTHING in the dishwasher. She just puts dirty crockery on the worksurface & wanders off. Leaving me to load the dishwasher.
It eventually drives me crazy. I've mentioned it repeatedly & it never changes. I'm aware that in the grand scheme of things it's relatively minor, but one day there will be a reckoning!!
Now I've got that off my chest... Anyone else want to vent about "minor" annoyances that might lead to you appearing on Crime Watch?
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I think that's what she said. I mostly heard "blah blah blah".
She clearly still believes in the Dishwasher Fairy, just like MrsCJ
There are several things that MrsTheWeary does which are ongoing punishments for crimes I have long forgotten. I have sole responsibility for buying kitchen roll, for example, because of something I said decades ago.
My wife does loads of little things that wind me up. When feeding the cats the foil top ripped off the food pouches get left on the kitchen worktop side, every time, not just occasionally, every single time she feeds them. We hang a carrier bag on a cupboard door handle for non recyclable rubbish collected during the day tie it up at tea time and put in the outside bin.
It's 27.5 inches from the area she leaves the cat food soaked foil cat food pouch tops, I've measured it and showed her during a rant one evening, 27.5 inches yet she can't be arsed to put them in the rubbish bag...ever.
I want to stab her in the eye with a fork when I pick the cold gravy/jelly slopped foil ends up and have to wipe the worktop down.
Johnny Vaughn runs a feature on his Radio X show called Petty Rage Syndrome where listeners call and message in with their rampant petty rages. He tries to match you up with a Petty Rage Partner to help sympathise with your plight.
And another thing...I appear to be the only one in the house that knows where the bog rolls are kept. 3 shitters and often not one with a bog roll on it. On the rare occasion one of the teenagers plucks up the courage to go and get one from the hall cupboard it gets left on the cistern as they don't appear to have the measure of the toilet roll holder yet.
EricTheWeary said:
Yes! I can relate to this.
Although for me it's logic. Not anal
When my lovely wife fills it up the dishwasher random is not the word. Nothing goes together. Everything put in, in a haphazard way, minimising the space and the efficiency of the cleaning.
It's like she's fired the dishes and cutlery out of a cannon at the thing. And just left it as-is.
There's no logic to it, other than she can't be arsed. We've had words. I've even ended up calling her ignorant (lol). To no avail.
The dishwasher is now kaput however, so now we're arguing about who is doing the washing up instead.
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
That's the correct way apparently, and how you get them in hotels but I prefer them hanging down the back
Burn the heretic!!!!!
If these little things are the only things you have to complain about in an otherwise happy house then you're all fucking idiots. Realise how lucky you are, suck it up and move on.
I stopped making the bed because I decided I may as well get moaned at for not doing it instead of getting moaned at for doing it all wrong, need a bloody set square to get that right!
I proper LOLled at that!
I told my wife once, in all seriousness, that there are teams of scientists diligently working in labs and design offices across the world 24 hours a day designing tools to make her and all women's lives easier and that she should be grateful that I go out of my way to ensure she has access to these tools on a daily basis, washing machine, iron, ironing board, vacuum cleaner, dishwasher etc.
In fact, I went on, her own birthday is a perfect annual reminder for her to thank me for keeping her fed, shod and shagged for another year of her life, for, where would she be if I hadn't plucked from the council estate benefits and drug addled oblivion that she was surely destined for?
On the top rack I reckon you can get 5 or 6 regular mugs per row. She just seems to put them where there's a space, and as soon as the mug touches the rack she lets go and commits it to that position without shuffling it neatly into place.
Another annoyance is when she puts the biggest pot in the bottom rack thus taking up most of the space for plates and bowls. And the pot has only been used to boil some water to cook pasta, so it hardly even needs a rinse out. The plates however are covered in the remains of a Bolognese or Lasagne and stacked up (in an ad-hoc fashion, I must add) on the worktop.
I've also given up trying to explain that things won't wash properly if they aren't positioned to receive the jets of water from underneath. Nor will they empty of dirty water if you put them the wrong way up.
Stew
Mrs MusicWolf is incapable of putting the child-safe top back onto a bottle of bleach correctly. Without fail.
I can guarantee that any time that I come across a bottle of bleach that she's been using that I can give the top a 1/4 turn clockwise and hear it lock. What is so bloody difficult about that?
Until she learns I'm going to continue to pee on the bathroom floor to get even.
I view carwashing in the same way however
Adam