Come on, all families do it don’t they? Here’s the stupid stuff we argue about!
😡 I always have to put the kids to bed – never mind that it’s because the kids always want me to, of course it’s the hubby’s bloody fault! I know it’s stupid but when you’ve been up and down the stairs 4 gazillion times while he scratches his arse and watches Pawn Stars it winds you up a bit.
😡 Snoring, dear god the snoring! I’ve talked about this before but this is a biggie. He reckons I snore but it doesn’t actually keep him awake so it doesn’t count right…? I lie there for hours listening to him snorting and snuffling and end up in the kids room where inevitably I end up with a foot/bum/screeching Furby in my face.
😡 The teenager putting all the clean washing back in his washing basket rather then actually making the effort to put it away in his drawers. What the hell? Cue rant from me about him being a lazy git and him telling me to bog off and “stop judging him” not judging mate but you can pay the electric bill from now on ok? That soon gets the bugger shifting!!
😡 Putting the washing away – I lovingly (pffff) sort it into separate piles and put them into the relevant drawers. Oh no, not everyone else.If there’s a space, it’s flaming well going in like it or not! There’s a space jeans, pants, 1 random sock it’s all getting rammed in there. Oh and while we’re at it why the hell does half my stuff end up in my teen boys room? Obvs it’s then shoved back in the washing basket in his pit. Grrrr.
😡 Me buying loads of shoes. I don’t drink or smoke so why shouldn’t I treat myself? I know “half of them have never even seen the bloody light of day” but they’re mine and if I want to keep them as ‘under the bed ornaments’ then I flipping well will thankyou very much!
😡 Shopping – he always wants me to go after work with him and the kids. Now I’m well grumpy and tired when I’ve finished work so the last thing I feel like doing is chasing the kids up and down the aisles telling them to “put that down” and “we don’t need a years supply of ice cream wafers – you don’t even like the sodding things” whilst he peruses the alcohol aisle. Frankly I don’t care if you can save 12p on those cans just get it in the poxy trolley! I would rather him just give me a list and I’ll go on the way home but that would be too easy wouldn’t it!
😡 There’s an unspoken rule in our house that whoever cooks the other does the dishes. When it’s my turn I get on with it (ok, maybe a bit of muttering under the breath) but when it’s his turn he ALWAYS palms it off onto the teen. Thus starting WorldWar3 *stomp,huff,whinge,puff,slam*.
😡 And the silliest of all – I can’t stand butter on bacon or sausage sandwiches (spew) but he says it’s the law and a chip butty with butter on is the vilest thing I could ever be unfortunate enough to eat and he thinks I’m weird for hating them!
What’s the stupidest thing you argue about?