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My husband has a problem with correct priorities (in my opinion). Here we are- frantically getting ready for Christmas and some company. Trying to get cards out, buy stamps, wrap things etc. What better time to make re-wrapping the cat scratching post a top priority?
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Lol…My H does weird stuff like that, too.
One time our home was for sale and we were getting it ready for an Open House. We had little kids then, so toys needed to be put away, general cleaning, that sort of thing. H was supposed to be helping. But…where was he??? He was down the block spraying some Simple Green on a grease spot ON THE STREET!!!
My husband has the tendency to start freaking out about cleaning the house every holiday - Christmas, Mother’s Day, you name it. I finally figured out it’s because those are the ONLY days he’s not working, and he has too much time to think! I told him I would appreciate it if he could avoid the topic on major holidays, especially Mother’s Day.
Hoarder. Big time. I’ve learned to mostly shut my eyes to the constant clutter and mess I live in because it seems impossible to do anything about it, but some days, like today when I started trying to clear the 10" deep pile of stuff on the kitchen island counter and he started fishing through the trash, I honestly feel like the only way out is several cans of gasoline and a match (for house not husband).
Our expensive insinkerator batch feed garbage disposal broke. New one it would have cost about $400. New part was $175. We got the new part.
Snow blower electric starter failed. New snowblower was $999. Getting it fixed was going to be $175. The place gave us $350 trade in…so we got a new snowblower.
Go ahead. Nod your heads!
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@thumper1 I’m not just nodding, I’m showing this to H and giving him the stink eye…
When I was pregnant with our first, we went crib-shopping and found the perfect crib. We both loved the style. H asked when we’d need to buy it, and I said, “probably May.” (Baby due in July). We found the crib in November.
Well, in February, we were in the baby store dept and lo and behold, our beloved crib is on clearance. I told H we needed to buy it then. H grumbled about me now wanting to buy in Feb instead of May. (Duh!! It’s on clearance NOW. It won’t be available in May!!! And, how the heck was I supposed to know back in November that it would be on clearance in Feb!!!). H grumbled all evening about the early purchase.
Hmmph!!! The next day I find out the REAL reason for all the grumbling. H’s favorite golf shop was having a big sale and he came home with some new clubs.
Later on he had the NERVE to say that the crib was my purchase so that justified his new clubs purchase! Uh no, got that straightened up his mind pronto!! My purchase!! I did not get pregnant from a turkey baster!!
(Hubby says that now a bunch of moms are probably giving him a cyberspace stink eye.)
It makes sense, because when you set the thermostat temperature for heat and for air conditioning, the outputted heat or cooled air doesn’t come out of the device at the thermostat reading. It comes out hotter/colder, respectively, than the temperature setting on the thermostat, to enable the new heated/cooled air to mix with the cooler/hotter air in the room… It can take quite a while for the different temperature air to mix and equilibrate to the desired thermostat setting. Until then, the room tends to get over heated or over cooled.
Think of it like adding hot water to cold bathwater to make the bath warmer, or adding ice cubes to a warm drink to make the drink cooler. The hot water you add to the bath is scalding hot. The ice cubes you add to your drink are too cold to drink. It takes some mixing and waiting to get to the desired temperature.
Learning that I was going to be making a 4 hour round trip to see D2 today, coming back right as an Arctic blast was hitting our area, DH said he worried about my tires and didn’t want me stuck somewhere with a flat. He took my car, tested the air pressure, put air in the tires, and filled up my tank.
It’s those kinds of things that make you wave your hand dismissively at those little pet peeves.
I left D2’s apartment, where it was 78 degrees. 15 minutes later it was 52! By the time I got home, it was 30 degrees, with wind chills in the teens! Wowza!
Our thermostat is set at 68 all day and I’m STILL cold. I have a space heater that I use wherever I sit because there’s no real point in heating the house to 80 degrees just for me.
You guys wouldn’t want to live with me. I do the same as Thumper’s husband but more extreme. 65 during the day in winter and 75 in summer. You do wear warmer clothes in the winter and lighter clothes in the summer, right? Plus your body does acclimate with the outside temps. I don’t want to give all my $ to the heating and electric companies. Growing up, especially during the energy crisis in the Carter administration, my childhood home was freezing and we had no A/C at all. (And I did have to walk uphill to the bus stop in the snow. )
Oh I firmly admit that I am a complete baby when it comes to the cold. I always have been. Now I have the excuse that the cold hurts my joints (which it really does, just not as much as I pretend it does).
Yes, I am pathetic. I will gladly admit that as long as it means I get the warmest seat in the house. I am currently sitting under a thick fuzzy blanket… with the dog (aka space heater #2)… in front of a space heater.
We’ve been married 36 years, so we’ve had a lot of time to accumulate grievances. Oddly, I care much less about them these days. The big one: He’s a hoarder. It’s confined to the basement and the garage, and as much as I hate it, I’ve come to accept it. As we get older, I’m just happy that he’s still here.
But when I’m tired and irritable and hungry, I wish he wouldn’t come hang out with me in the kitchen while I cook, and chomp on peanuts or some other crunchy thing while he stands behind me.
I find I have to turn up the heat higher when it’s 50ish and damp out then I do on days when it’s below freezing. I’ll up it to 68 or 70 on damp days and still feel cold but I can leave it at 65 and be fine on a day like yesterday, when it was 20 out with a windchill of 5. I also face SW so when it’s sunny I do get a lot of afternoon sun in front of house which helps, too.
Don’t even get me started!! So many things. Hahaha. I guess that lets you know what kind of person I am. Very hard to live with. But he bites his nails incessantly, tends to cover every surface of flat space in the house with his “stuff,” leaves all towels in bathroom and kitchen crumpled, and, yes, keeps the thermostat low in he winter and high in the summer. He is also tends to to be like Ove for those of you who read “A Man Called Ove.” My D1 gave me the book because she said it will remind me of her Dad.
But he also brings me coffee every single morning in bed. He cooks every meal and we have been married for over 30 years.
@morrismm : my dad used to bring my mom coffee in bed every morning. I didn’t think there was anyone left in this world who would do that. Your comment is making me tear up, and I’d forgive just about any minor annoyance for a sweetheart like that.
@morrismm I read “A Man Called Ove” last summer and absolutely loved it. What a character – such a distinct personality. But despite Ove’s idiosyncrasies one thing that rang true throughout the book was that he was madly in love with his wife. I really enjoyed it!
H makes my coffee and asks me if I want it in bed as sometimes I do and sometimes I do not.
That is nice.
That is appreciated.
But the other things such as never ever throwing one item our of the fridge–even with mold…
His mother would just serve the same thing over and over–even a few teaspoons that no one had eaten
the last 5 times she put it out…so he comes from her.
This thread reminds me of the song that Rolfe the dog sang in The Muppet Movie, " You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them, there’s something irrestibleish about them…"
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