Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
Discussion
Pit Pony said:
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Because if she's anything like wife she'll be assuming and planning for the worst that can happen(sometimes anything short of the end of world isn't far enough) and thus needs to justify the appropriate level of preparation.Edited by mcdjl on Saturday 30th March 08:20
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Unfortunately I’ve the two extremes.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.RayDonovan said:
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.dave123456 said:
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat.
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
I'd love to know what your Mrs thinks about being presented with a stingy plate of scraps, 'cos she WILL have noticed.And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
"I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men,
they are far superior and always have been."
"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart."
"She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of s
t"RayDonovan said:
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a st.
Spot on. Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.shtu said:
dave123456 said:
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat.
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
I'd love to know what your Mrs thinks about being presented with a stingy plate of scraps, 'cos she WILL have noticed.And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
When I was 16 or 17 I had a good friend whose parents fed me on a regular basis. One evening we happened to end up at my parents for dinner. My mother just cut my dinner in half and gave my friend and I half of an already meagre portion.
Fast forward 25 years attending a family function, my nephew, who at the time was apparently dairy intolerant (he wasn’t, we witnessed him consume half a tin of Cadbury’s roses the previous Christmas, he was just a fussy eater and it was my brothers way of controlling what he ate) was given a packed lunch by my mother that resembled a small banquet, so she knows that she is mean, she just picks and chooses her recipient.
Gigamoons said:
RayDonovan said:
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a st.
Spot on. Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.djohnson said:
Gigamoons said:
RayDonovan said:
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a st.
Spot on. Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.Jazoli said:
CivicDuties said:
My God I miss The Stottie Shop in Bowness. Bacon Cheese Burgers from there were one of the finest culinary experiences on the planet.
Haha I used to own that shop, sold it in 2005 and it became what it is now as they bought he cafe next door too.
dave123456 said:
Unfortunately I’ve the two extremes.
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
My mother used to give the best cuts to my stepfather, who was and still is a narcissistic arse, then to us kids, then to herself. Now I have kids and I'm responsible for food, the kids have been getting the best cuts, then Mrs QQ and I share the remains. To me, it's absolutely unimaginable that a parent should do anything less. My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
QuickQuack said:
dave123456 said:
Unfortunately I’ve the two extremes.
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
My mother used to give the best cuts to my stepfather, who was and still is a narcissistic arse, then to us kids, then to herself. Now I have kids and I'm responsible for food, the kids have been getting the best cuts, then Mrs QQ and I share the remains. To me, it's absolutely unimaginable that a parent should do anything less. My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
RayDonovan said:
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.My parents are arriving for three weeks.
We are in second week of a major campaign of getting curtains taken away for cleaning, new plant pots, multiple trips to fish market and delis, new wardrobe for guest cabin, new linen; which them goes to laundry for clean and press, new lampshades, everything possible stripped right back and cleaned to nth degree, photos printed out from last visit to be framed.
Maid is currently on a ladder cleaning tops of all the AC units.
My parents are very chilled….and I doubt they’ll notice much of this.
Right, I need to go and get the cat from the dry cleaners and polish the inside of the water tank..
We’re quite good at ensuring day to day we keep generally on top of the cat fur so it’s not on seats etc when you use them (we have 2 cats), it’s a quick task if you’re frequent with it. We have a friend with a cat allergy. He’s told Mrs J many times not to spend ages doing additional cleaning before he visits since it makes little difference, so long as he takes his tablet before visiting all is well. There’s no way it’s possible to clean a house that cats live in to the extent he wouldn’t need to take a tablet. However this doesn’t stop Mrs J, each time he visits our usual quick daily clean up is supplemented by a massive additional cleaning exercise, into which I’m often co-opted against my will. That it’s pointless she just won’t accept.
djohnson said:
We’re quite good at ensuring day to day we keep generally on top of the cat fur so it’s not on seats etc when you use them (we have 2 cats), it’s a quick task if you’re frequent with it. We have a friend with a cat allergy. He’s told Mrs J many times not to spend ages doing additional cleaning before he visits since it makes little difference, so long as he takes his tablet before visiting all is well. There’s no way it’s possible to clean a house that cats live in to the extent he wouldn’t need to take a tablet. However this doesn’t stop Mrs J, each time he visits our usual quick daily clean up is supplemented by a massive additional cleaning exercise, into which I’m often co-opted against my will. That it’s pointless she just won’t accept.
I would encourage more visits from said friend to ensure regular deep clean.Win win.
Stop Press !
Some of the stuff she has been threatening to sell for some years went up for sale yesterday, and sold, we are £14 richer now based on two items.
Maybe gloss over the panic about printing labels, wont print from her phone for some reason and the printer is yet again complaining about more ink, so £45 worth of new cartridges ordered and she was on the Apple Website considering a £999 upgrade to her phone, so that £14 is looking like it may require a £1044 spend, plus the multiple trips to the post office, and the agro of "its not arrived, want refund" or "Its not brand new, want refund"
Will also buy the most expensive postage, recorded, signed for first class at more than what the item went for.
But, fair play, she actually listed some stuff.
Some of the stuff she has been threatening to sell for some years went up for sale yesterday, and sold, we are £14 richer now based on two items.
Maybe gloss over the panic about printing labels, wont print from her phone for some reason and the printer is yet again complaining about more ink, so £45 worth of new cartridges ordered and she was on the Apple Website considering a £999 upgrade to her phone, so that £14 is looking like it may require a £1044 spend, plus the multiple trips to the post office, and the agro of "its not arrived, want refund" or "Its not brand new, want refund"
Will also buy the most expensive postage, recorded, signed for first class at more than what the item went for.
But, fair play, she actually listed some stuff.
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