things i do that drive my husband crazy

Losing the phone. Occasionally losing both phones.

Say I'm going to do something. "Sure! That item is in the closet!"
Go to do it. "Let me get it before I forget."
Get completely distracted. "Wow! This closet sure is messy! Better reorganize it!"
Forget what I said I was going to do. "What do you mean where is the item I left to go get thirty minutes ago? What item?"

Never, ever getting the mail. (Its too cold to go get the mail!)

Empty the trash can, but forget to put a new trash bag in.

Leaving half-empty cups of coffee all over the place.

Let my car practically run out of gas because I really hate pumping gas. (Again… Cold!!)

Not answering  the phone. (See item #1)

Throwing away something that is recycleable because I'm too lazy/busy to take it outside to the recycle bin.

Cleaning and organizing his stuff. Then he can't find anything and I can't remember where I put it.

Forgetting to put the memory card back in the digital camera.

Requesting movies from Netflix, then taking forever to actually watch them.

Having conversations in my head. You know, where you think you talked to someone about something. But you actually only thought about talking to someone about something – you never actually did it.

What do you do that drives your husband crazy?

p.s. Husband is enjoying this post WAY too much. He keeps saying "You know what else you could add?"

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Melissa is founder of Girlymama and co-founder of the fashion blog, All Things Chic. You can also find her designing blogs at Eliza Grace Design and on Twitter as GirlymamaMel.

Comments

  1. 1
    lora says:

    I lived in a house with a driveway once. I remember HATING to go get the mail. In the summer I would have to get dressed to do it (I’m never fully dressed in my house in the summer), and in the winter I would have to freeze to do it.
    Now it gets slid neatly in my door and it waits for me in the foyer. I don’t know how you people live out there in the suburbs. Everything is so far away you practically have to drive to get it! Even your mail!

  2. 2
    Megan says:

    I don’t pick up the mail either. I neither take out the trash and recycling nor bring the trash and recycling bins back up the driveway. I never empty the kitchen trash. I let my hubby do all of those things. I sometimes leave my hair dryer plugged in. I press snooze for a good half hour every morning. I pull my car too close to the front wall of the garage (and sometimes hit the passenger’s side mirror on the post to the garage door). I leave the keys to my car on the counter or in my purse instead of hanging them up. I could go on and on… I guess that I’m lucky that he loves me :)

  3. 3
    Christee says:

    Ohhh! This is a good post!! I actually empty the trach can & put a new trash bag in it, but I DON’T take the full trash bag to the trash can outside. It drives my hubby crazy. I will actually put the full trash bag right by the door to the garage. I figure whoever is going outside next can put the trashbag in the trash can. I mean, why would I want to open the door to the garage and freeze (although I do this in the summer, too)!! I should tell you that the trash can is in the garage…right next to the door. I’m not sure why I don’t want to open the door and take two steps into the garage to put it in the trash can. Of course, if it smells I take it out right away.
    My hubbie’s other biggest pet peeve about me: I start too many things without finishing the others first. I call this multi-tasking, but my hubbie seems to think that I start too many things then get stressed trying to finish it all and aggravated that there are so many messes. Hey, what can I say?!?!? At least I eventually get it all done.
    Thanks for the post.

  4. 4
    hannahumma says:

    is it just me or was i the only one that thought this list was going to entail candlelight, lingerie and heated massage oil????

  5. 5

    not that kind of crazy.
    maybe i should have said “annoy”

  6. 6
    hannahumma says:

    sorry. i’m filthy and honest. the worst of combinations. forgive me girlymama-readers.
    the comments by hannahumma do not reflect the views, thoughts, opinions, values, morals or preferences of girlymama, any aliases of girlymamma, offspring of girlymamma, creations of girlymamma, or any affiliates of girlymama. they are soley the brainfarts of hannahumma which hannahumma takes no responsibility for either.

  7. 7

    Can’t I just give you a list of what he does that drives ME crazy? That would be much easier:)

  8. 8

    can anyone tell that hannahumma is a lawyer ;-)

  9. 9

    Leaving closet doors slightly ajar. He comes around and shuts them every time.
    When I’m telling him something, I always finish by saying, “You know?” Drives him crazy, but really I’m just trying to get comment out of him.

  10. 10
    Jen says:

    I loved this post so much, I posted about it myself. Take a peek:
    http://sourcesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-do-that-drives-my-husband-crazy.html
    And hannahumma, you almost lost me. You law-types are so tricky!
    Oh, and Beloved thought it was the candlelight & lingerie type of crazy, too, which made me say back to him, can I write a list about you?

  11. 11
    Blessed says:

    I do lots of the same things that drive my husband crazy… I also loose my keys all the time!

  12. 12
    Mel Tuttle says:

    Sounds like the Melissa’s in us are very similiar because I don’t do gas, get distracted, never get the mail, and can completely ignore answering the phone. I think the last one drives my hubby the most nuts. I’m also the queen of doing way to much and then becoming very grumpy when I’m running my butt off to get it all done. He always has to come to my rescue!!

  13. 13

    I do the conversation in my head thing.
    Funny post.

  14. 14

    I don’t know where to begin. Ok, here’s a start, leaving the bathroom floor wet after I shower, leaving dishes soaking in the sink & not washing them, not feeding the dog quick enough, not cooking, hanging on him (once he gets comfortable on the sofa, don’t touch him!!), waking him up…I think I should stop here.