Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
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Every day for my misses.
This ,morning she was off work we couldnt go out as it took her 90 minutes to put the coffee machine on and toast 2 rounds of bread.
She just spends ages doing jobs that should only take a couple of minutes.
Then she complains that she has no time to do anything.
This ,morning she was off work we couldnt go out as it took her 90 minutes to put the coffee machine on and toast 2 rounds of bread.
She just spends ages doing jobs that should only take a couple of minutes.
Then she complains that she has no time to do anything.
King Herald said:
Balmoral said:
Have we done 'Getting ready to go to bed' yet?
I go upstairs, get undressed, climb into bed, it takes about as long as it took me to type it. Other half can be faffing around for up to an hour.
I used to get that after I arrived home from a six week stint offshore.... she would be in the midst of cleaning the house for me to get home... but always be halfway through chaos when I arrived.I go upstairs, get undressed, climb into bed, it takes about as long as it took me to type it. Other half can be faffing around for up to an hour.
Then I'd hit the sack, after 36 hours travel, jet lag, and she'd decide she had to go get ready.....an hour in the bathroom as she showered, scrubbed, plucked, waxed and pampered up........
Her excuse is that she doesn't have time to put it all away during the day. Be explained she should just put it away ah the time she brings it up, as I bloody hate it, but she just gets in a huff.
Women, can't live with them but can't be arsed to build the necessary patio to hide the body under!
nadger said:
Mine has a variation of the bedtime routine. We start sorting out the beasts and stuff in order to head to bed. I get upstairs, ready to clamber into my pit and sleep, only to find that she's dumped loads of stuff all over it! Things like washing, random bits/toys that she's picked up during the day etc. We then have to sort this all out before I can get into bed.
Her excuse is that she doesn't have time to put it all away during the day. Be explained she should just put it away ah the time she brings it up, as I bloody hate it, but she just gets in a huff.
Women, can't live with them but can't be arsed to build the necessary patio to hide the body under!
That is usually the back end of the 'bed stripped to wash the sheets' deal. The concept of putting fresh sheets on as soon as the dirty ones have been removed is too far from comprehensible for me to even dare to suggest. I'd get an irate "well why don't YOU do it then!" retort....Her excuse is that she doesn't have time to put it all away during the day. Be explained she should just put it away ah the time she brings it up, as I bloody hate it, but she just gets in a huff.
Women, can't live with them but can't be arsed to build the necessary patio to hide the body under!
We have 20 spare sets of sheets and pillow cases in the airing cupboard, for reasons far, far beyond my feeble understanding. Along with about 30 towels....
King Herald said:
nadger said:
Mine has a variation of the bedtime routine. We start sorting out the beasts and stuff in order to head to bed. I get upstairs, ready to clamber into my pit and sleep, only to find that she's dumped loads of stuff all over it! Things like washing, random bits/toys that she's picked up during the day etc. We then have to sort this all out before I can get into bed.
Her excuse is that she doesn't have time to put it all away during the day. Be explained she should just put it away ah the time she brings it up, as I bloody hate it, but she just gets in a huff.
Women, can't live with them but can't be arsed to build the necessary patio to hide the body under!
That is usually the back end of the 'bed stripped to wash the sheets' deal. The concept of putting fresh sheets on as soon as the dirty ones have been removed is too far from comprehensible for me to even dare to suggest. I'd get an irate "well why don't YOU do it then!" retort....Her excuse is that she doesn't have time to put it all away during the day. Be explained she should just put it away ah the time she brings it up, as I bloody hate it, but she just gets in a huff.
Women, can't live with them but can't be arsed to build the necessary patio to hide the body under!
We have 20 spare sets of sheets and pillow cases in the airing cupboard, for reasons far, far beyond my feeble understanding. Along with about 30 towels....
Edited by robinessex on Saturday 22 April 11:28
It's inherent, not just an other-half thing.
My mother was moving recently. She was unimpressed because the place she decided on doesn't have a separate dining room, and the kitchen (20ft+, for a 78yo woman plus dog) wasn't big enough for both sideboards.
So get rid of one...
"But where will I put the dinner service?"
Umm, in the sideboard you're keeping, where it's always been?
"No, not that dinner service. The other dinner service."
What "other dinner service"? I only remember ever seeing one - very, VERY rarely, at Christmases...
"Well, I've never used it, because I don't like it. But I can't get rid of it. It was a wedding present."
In the 1960s! They've been divorced for longer than they were married, ffs. She can't even remember who gave it them, but they're almost certainly long dead.
My mother was moving recently. She was unimpressed because the place she decided on doesn't have a separate dining room, and the kitchen (20ft+, for a 78yo woman plus dog) wasn't big enough for both sideboards.
So get rid of one...
"But where will I put the dinner service?"
Umm, in the sideboard you're keeping, where it's always been?
"No, not that dinner service. The other dinner service."
What "other dinner service"? I only remember ever seeing one - very, VERY rarely, at Christmases...
"Well, I've never used it, because I don't like it. But I can't get rid of it. It was a wedding present."
In the 1960s! They've been divorced for longer than they were married, ffs. She can't even remember who gave it them, but they're almost certainly long dead.
Thus far, I've been blessed with a relatively faff free other half.
She's due in a matter of weeks so needless to say sleeping arrangements have become a faff... now I'm a very patient person but whens she's in bed, doing the equivalent of a step aerobic class, complaining it's too hot / cold / to far north and then complaining it's too bright / too dark (with eyes closed I hasten to add) and then moving pillows... the latter falls in to faff territory. We used to have four pillows - you know, one each for sleeping on and one each for looking pretty for all those who don't use our room as a commuter route. My 'pretty' one is usually somewhere by the door... or it used to be.
You see, now it's found a new home on her side of the bed... and evidently it's been breeding as there's been a steady increase in pillow numbers of late. I did question this and was told "I didn't think you'd noticed" well to be fair, the first six... no, but when a round one like a oversized Polo mint was joined by a long thin thing then a big V shaped one arrived, I could only summise that she's try to spell Volvo. So now her bedtime routine is becoming a faff... sort of goes:
Fall asleep on the couch, sleepily head off upstairs before coming beck once she's realised it's only half five and we've not had dinner, dinner, Broadchurch or some equally mind numbing crap, some rummaging in her bag, looking at her phone without her glasses, get annoyed, too hot / cold, head to bed, teeth, apply countless lotions and potions including stuff on her belly that would appear to be some Comma gearbox oil but at £7,000 for 25ml, guess not, in to bed, hot / cold / wrong orientation compared to due north, arrange pillows... rearrange pillows... throw pillows on floor, pick pillows up from floor, get up to go to toilet, trip over pillows, get annoyed at pillows, return, ask if I want a pillow... "No, I have A pillow thanks", rearrange pillows to support every part, then roll over and start again, complain the bean bag pillow smells funny, retrieve bean bag pillow from corner of room, steal my pillow... give it back because it "smells funny", more rearranging then usually falls asleep in some awkward position, buried under 14 pillows.
I know, exceptions allowed given current status but dearly me... no wonder she's exhausted.
She's due in a matter of weeks so needless to say sleeping arrangements have become a faff... now I'm a very patient person but whens she's in bed, doing the equivalent of a step aerobic class, complaining it's too hot / cold / to far north and then complaining it's too bright / too dark (with eyes closed I hasten to add) and then moving pillows... the latter falls in to faff territory. We used to have four pillows - you know, one each for sleeping on and one each for looking pretty for all those who don't use our room as a commuter route. My 'pretty' one is usually somewhere by the door... or it used to be.
You see, now it's found a new home on her side of the bed... and evidently it's been breeding as there's been a steady increase in pillow numbers of late. I did question this and was told "I didn't think you'd noticed" well to be fair, the first six... no, but when a round one like a oversized Polo mint was joined by a long thin thing then a big V shaped one arrived, I could only summise that she's try to spell Volvo. So now her bedtime routine is becoming a faff... sort of goes:
Fall asleep on the couch, sleepily head off upstairs before coming beck once she's realised it's only half five and we've not had dinner, dinner, Broadchurch or some equally mind numbing crap, some rummaging in her bag, looking at her phone without her glasses, get annoyed, too hot / cold, head to bed, teeth, apply countless lotions and potions including stuff on her belly that would appear to be some Comma gearbox oil but at £7,000 for 25ml, guess not, in to bed, hot / cold / wrong orientation compared to due north, arrange pillows... rearrange pillows... throw pillows on floor, pick pillows up from floor, get up to go to toilet, trip over pillows, get annoyed at pillows, return, ask if I want a pillow... "No, I have A pillow thanks", rearrange pillows to support every part, then roll over and start again, complain the bean bag pillow smells funny, retrieve bean bag pillow from corner of room, steal my pillow... give it back because it "smells funny", more rearranging then usually falls asleep in some awkward position, buried under 14 pillows.
I know, exceptions allowed given current status but dearly me... no wonder she's exhausted.
We have cushions. Why, I have no idea then are everywhere, what is it with women and cushions.
Anyway she often goes to bed before me (9:30pm - I'm tired I'm going to bed before proceeding to faff on FB or similar for an hour, then messes with the furballs, puts washing on/dishwasher etc. etc.) nearly 11 now. And this is after I've been told don't wan't to watch x boxset as it's too late and I still manage to fit in 2 episodes of whatever I'm watching and still go to be earlier.
She's now in bed after the routine of lotions and potions. I come up to bed like a ninja to find my half of the bed covered in her crap and cushions. Which she then moans about me waking her as I turn on the on-suite light so I can see to move everything.
Of course if she comes up late or after a night out its like a herd of elephants coming in, every light on and trying to talk to me.
Anyway she often goes to bed before me (9:30pm - I'm tired I'm going to bed before proceeding to faff on FB or similar for an hour, then messes with the furballs, puts washing on/dishwasher etc. etc.) nearly 11 now. And this is after I've been told don't wan't to watch x boxset as it's too late and I still manage to fit in 2 episodes of whatever I'm watching and still go to be earlier.
She's now in bed after the routine of lotions and potions. I come up to bed like a ninja to find my half of the bed covered in her crap and cushions. Which she then moans about me waking her as I turn on the on-suite light so I can see to move everything.
Of course if she comes up late or after a night out its like a herd of elephants coming in, every light on and trying to talk to me.
Bullett said:
We have cushions. Why, I have no idea then are everywhere, what is it with women and cushions.
Anyway she often goes to bed before me (9:30pm - I'm tired I'm going to bed before proceeding to faff on FB or similar for an hour, then messes with the furballs, puts washing on/dishwasher etc. etc.) nearly 11 now. And this is after I've been told don't wan't to watch x boxset as it's too late and I still manage to fit in 2 episodes of whatever I'm watching and still go to be earlier.
She's now in bed after the routine of lotions and potions. I come up to bed like a ninja to find my half of the bed covered in her crap and cushions. Which she then moans about me waking her as I turn on the on-suite light so I can see to move everything.
Of course if she comes up late or after a night out its like a herd of elephants coming in, every light on and trying to talk to me.
Yes, we have cushions as well that seem to breed. Eight on the bed, plus a stuffed dog. Settee(S) covered in them. No room to sit down anymore. All the dining room chairs have one. I daren't think of how many in the loft, because they're out of fashion now ! Got upset when a spare one she didn’t want anymore, I gave to the dog, who promptly destroyed it that night.Anyway she often goes to bed before me (9:30pm - I'm tired I'm going to bed before proceeding to faff on FB or similar for an hour, then messes with the furballs, puts washing on/dishwasher etc. etc.) nearly 11 now. And this is after I've been told don't wan't to watch x boxset as it's too late and I still manage to fit in 2 episodes of whatever I'm watching and still go to be earlier.
She's now in bed after the routine of lotions and potions. I come up to bed like a ninja to find my half of the bed covered in her crap and cushions. Which she then moans about me waking her as I turn on the on-suite light so I can see to move everything.
Of course if she comes up late or after a night out its like a herd of elephants coming in, every light on and trying to talk to me.
My wife showed me dozens of pictures of beds with 14 or 18 cushions pile on, of different sizes and styles. THAT was what she wanted, her dream bedroom.
Asking where the holy f
k you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......
Asking where the holy f
k you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......King Herald said:
My wife showed me dozens of pictures of beds with 14 or 18 cushions pile on, of different sizes and styles. THAT was what she wanted, her dream bedroom.
Asking where the holy fk you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......
Kama Sutra, Page 46, position 37 required that number of cushions I think. I'm going by memory of course.Asking where the holy f
k you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......King Herald said:
My wife showed me dozens of pictures of beds with 14 or 18 cushions pile on, of different sizes and styles. THAT was what she wanted, her dream bedroom.
Asking where the holy fk you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......
Precisely. These kinds of beds only work in posh hotels, where you have someone who comes round while you're at dinner and takes all the cushions away!Asking where the holy f
k you put all those cushions when you go to bed earned me a good telling off. How crass of me to try to be sensible and logical......Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff