Reader Submission: Robin

My fiance is obsessed with packages. Not those kind of packages, the kind that come in the mail. He orders stuff online constantly. He orders at least one a month. Why can’t he shop in a store like a normal person? It’s so bad that our mail man knows exactly what his car looks like and will stop and give him the package if he passes him leaving the neighborhood. I know this may not seem like a big deal to some people, and it wouldn’t be if he wasn’t super paranoid about whatever amazingly special things he orders.

Since he works all day, he expects me to be home when the package arrives. He will tell me when he orders what date the package will come. Then he proceeds to remind me every few days that I need to keep an eye out for the package. He is in the military so he’s often away from home. Times like those he constantly asks if the package arrived and if it hasn’t arrived by the time he thinks it should have he freaks out. Okay, he doesn’t really freak out, but it’s like he’s thinking about it 24/7. He will ask me about it several times, and bring it up several times a day. If he’s home he will go by the rental office and ask if the package was dropped off there instead. Now, every time a package has been dropped out there not only does the mail man leave a note, but the rental office also comes by and leaves a note. So of course it’s never actually there, but he still goes in and bothers the poor girls. When he’s not home he asks me to go ask them. I tell him I will but I never have any intention of doing it. It’s bad enough that they have to deal with him bugging them, I’m not joining in on this craziness.

If I miss a package I am expected to be the one who picks it up. He will tell me that I need to go get it first thing in the morning. He’s often home before the post office closes, but for some reason he has decided it’s my job to pick up all of his packages. Why can’t he just trust that it’ll arrive when it does? If we miss the mail man, he can just get it from the post office in a few days when he’s off, but this isn’t an option for  him. Also, why order stuff to be sent to the house when he’s not even going to be home for several weeks to get it? He deployed for 7 months a few years ago, and the packages piled up all over th place. There were at least eight of them when he came home.

One day he got a note on the door saying we’d missed a package and they would be back the next day between a certain time. It was supposed to arrive in the morning so we waited for it to come but when he didn’t show up an hour after the latest time they said it would come, I left and went shopping on my own. When I got home around 4pm he was still waiting on the package. I convinced him to leave the house for something, but not before we stopped by the rental office to ask them if it was there. They informed us that UPS doesn’t normally come until about 5 or 6.

It drives me crazy, and I’m pretty sure our mail  man hates us. My fiance just deployed for the 2nd time and this time I put my foot down. I told him he wasn’t allowed to order anything until the last month of deployment. I miss him dearly, but I don’t miss the packages.

 

 

Quick Quote

I’ve told you before about my husband’s latest routine of constantly saying, “I’m ok. No, I’m not” every time he had a little sneeze or cough. Well, just when I thought it couldn’t get any more annoying, the other day, I sneezed and my husband responded by saying, “Bless you. I’m ok!”

Guess I should just be happy that he thought to say “Bless you” first, right?

Reader Submission: Raeann Q

My husband and I live in northern California, and every few years we experience a pretty nasty weather cycle. One winter, in preparation for one of these tempests, knowing we were going to lose power overnight, I asked him to go get some candles. 

My husband is an Eagle Scout, an expert survivalist, and very very smart. I figured the “candles” instruction was explicit enough. 
When I got home from work what did I find on our dining table? 300 tealights. When I asked him what he was thinking he said, “I figured 300 for $5 was a better deal than 5 for $30.” And I replied, “This is a natural disaster, not a seance.” 
I went out into the rain, returned the tealights, and bought 5 candles for $30. So annoying. 

Reader Submission: Kelly

My husband uses excel for everything. His addiction has gotten really bad. He literally has several spreadsheets open at any given time for a series of random hobbies, and creates models for anything that may need to be calculated. The latest, and this is because the NBA season is coming to an end, is that he has created a model for potential trades between teams and their likelyhood based on a lot of factors I don’t understand. This bad boy of a basketball spreadsheet comes out every free minute. By the TV, before playing basketball, after playing basketball, and, my favorite, on the toilet. Yep. Don’t touch his computer.

He also:
- Uses the same sponge on every surface.
- Farts into the couch cushions.
- Claps really loudly in the car.

The thing is, and the reason I really like your blog, is that I love him so much. He also doesn’t judge on bad nights when I go for the full bottle of wine, lets me air out silly ideas, drives because I hate to, and a million other great things. [Kelly, he sounds just like my husband. Thanks for sharing!]

Update

First of all, I want to thank you all so, so much for your amazing responses through the comments and mostly through emails. I was expecting a small smattering of “meh, whatever” kind of replies but the support I feel from this community is overwhelming. I have been (and continue to be) surprised at how many people love this blog and the amount of emails I got was unbelievable. (I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to respond to any of you personally; I really want to but it would take a very long time!)

So, general consensus is that you would all love the blog to continue in some form but you would understand if I choose not to since I need to do what’s best for myself and my family. I’m definitely leaning toward keeping it going but I would really like to have it be more of a community site where you all can contribute your experiences to go along with my ongoing saga of my very own annoying husband. I’d love to be able to do a forum type website but since I’m not even close to being tech savvy and have no idea how to set this up, I guess the best way to do this is to have you guys email me your stories and pictures and I’ll post them. Sound good? Good! Send ‘em all my way to: myhusbandisannoying@live.com

Again, thanks so much for all your kind words and wonderful support. You have reminded me that there are many more awesome people out there than there are trolls…the trolls just tend to be louder and more obnoxious!

Trolls

When I started this blog almost 2 years ago, I fully expected that no more than 5 people would ever read it. And when it started to get some media attention, I was sort of overwhelmed at the response. Believe me, I never courted the media or tried to publicize the blog in any way. I still don’t have advertising on it and  have never made a single cent off of it. I’ve continued the blog (albeit less and less frequently as the demands of working motherhood have taken over my life and if I have a rare free few minutes lately, I will always choose to spend it playing with my daughter over writing a post complaining about my husband) because it’s been truly gratifying to hear from women -and some men- all over the world tell me that it’s made them feel less alone or given them a laugh when they were having a crappy day. (That, and the fact that my husband truly does get a kick out of it.)

And in the beginning, there were trolls. Oh, so many trolls. After we appeared on the CBS Early Show and The Tyra Banks show, I got so many nasty comments – mostly from men - that there were days I cried at the things they said to me and contemplated shutting the blog down.

Well, the media attention waned and most of the trolls went away, leaving only the people who were truly interested in the blog. The ones who saw the humor in it and got that it was not to be taken too seriously. The ones who didn’t feel the need to call me a “c**t” or “b**ch*” or wish me dead. Y’know, the not crazy people. (At first I was adamant that I let all comments get published; as a huge believer in free speech, I felt wrong censoring anybody. And then I got over it and decided that just because people have the right to call me horrible things and hope for me to “get hit by a bus and die a slow, painful death” doesn’t mean that I have to allow that on my own blog. So I started moderating comments and deleting the ones that were hateful. I’ll still publish the ones that disagree with me or take exception with the things that I write, just as long as it’s done in a respectful way.) And when I did get the occasional disgusting comment, it didn’t really bother in the way that it did in the beginning.

But lately, the trolls seem to have returned in full force and more hateful than ever. Why? I’m not really sure. I don’t know where they’re coming from or how they find this site. But I do know that it’s starting to bother me again. Maybe it’s the fact that I have a daughter now and I feel fiercely protective of her and even though the comments are directed at me (and sometimes my husband), I don’t want her associated with it even a little bit. Plus, the crude, misogynistic things these people say about me and women in general just make me feel slightly ill, especially when I think of anyone ever saying these things around or to my daughter.

So, I’m at a crossroads now…struggling with whether I should continue this blog or not. I’d like to hear from you so email me your thoughts: continue on or shut it down? And would you be willing to send in your stories and make this more of a community-oriented place rather than just all about my annoying husband? You all get to share your stories on this site – send in your pictures; tell us about the things your partner does that drive you up a wall even though you love them like crazy. Show these trolls that most people actually have a sense of humor…email me:  myhusbandisannoying@live.com.

The Sock Game Continues

Guess where my husband’s socks have ended up now! As a hint, here’s a portion of the full-sized picture:

To see the answer, scroll down (I don’t know how to do one of those “read more after the jump” page break thingies and they kind of annoy me when I’m reading blogs anyway)...

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If you guessed on the baby’s puzzle toy, you’re right! (And no, this picture is NOT staged. Believe me, I wish it were.)

Here’s my daughter, trying to figure out how to play with the game while there’s a pair of dirty socks on it. Poor kid.

The Laundry Dilemma

My husband seems to be a big fan of piles. Mainly, piles of clothes in our bedroom. Everytime we get some space cleared up, a pile of clothes will instantly appear in that space. Where did these clothes come from? Where were they before this pile started? These are questions I will probably never find answers to.

But anyway, I’m used to these piles by now. I can almost say that they don’t bother me. (Almost. Not quite, though…) Here’s what does bother me: after a load of laundry gets done, we generally put the clothes right from the dryer into a laundry bag to take into the bedroom. I’ve noticed lately that if I don’t put those clothes away, they’ll sit in that laundry bag forever. My husband will just pick through it every day to find whatever he needs – socks, t-shirts, underwear, whatever.

The last few times, I wanted to see how long it would take for him to decide to actually take his clothes out of the bag and put them away. Big mistake on my part. What I discovered is that it doesn’t bother him one bit to have to rummage through the laundry bag, searching for that elusive matching sock, each day until eventually the bag of clean clothes is empty and they’re all dirty again. On the other hand, it pretty much drives me crazy. So in the interest of preserving my sanity, I’ve conceded defeat in this one. For the rest of my life, it’ll be my job to put all the laundry away to avoid having that  bag full of clothes sitting in our bedroom. But the piles? I’m just going to keep pretending that I don’t see them.

“I’m ok. No, I’m not.”

My daughter has had a cold lately which means that, of course, my husband got sick too.  Except that his cold seems to be about a million times worse and lasts a million times longer than my daughter’s cold.  (Note the use of the word “seems”.  It’s not actually worse nor does it actually last longer.  But so far he hasn’t taught my daughter the fine art of exaggerating or acting like a huge baby for fun.)

This is my husband’s latest routine (similar to, “I don’t think I’m going to make it” but even more annoying):

Husband [after a sneeze or some other cold-type thing]: I’m ok.

Me: That’s good.

Husband: No, wait.  No, I’m not.  Wanna know why I said I was ok?

Me: Not really.

Husband: I was trying to be brave.  But, really, I’m not ok.  I’m not ok at all. 

Me: Can’t you just continue trying to be brave?

And OMG, this happens about 15 times a day.  Meanwhile my poor 10-month-old daughter can’t breathe and can’t blow her nose yet she’ll look at me and smile anyway.  How did my husband manage to become a bigger baby than my actual baby?

A New Game

I’ve come up with a new game!  It’s called, “Let’s see where my husband’s smelly, dirty socks have ended up today!” 

Here’s the clue:

Guesses? 

Well, if  you said the baby’s changing table, you got it right!  (Seriously, is it just me or is that really gross?  I mean, my daughter’s bare butt goes on that table.)

Sorry, no prizes will be awarded for correct answers.  We’re not made of money, ya know.  (And if we do come into some money, much of it will have to be spent buying my husband new socks so maybe he can finally start putting his dirty ones in the hamper.)