Ok, I haven't read the whole thread but just the first two pages but this is a gripe of mine (one of many)
When I first came here and I couldn't work because I was yet to get married, DH one morning said he expected me to iron his things (not in so many words but this was the gist). After my initial wtf reaction, I figured it wasn't unreasonable since I was not working and had time. Mind you, I've barely NEVER ironed anything in my life. So, he offered his work shirts, all the while I'm thinking, jeez, he wears a suit jacket over the shirts all day long, does the whole thing have to be ironed??? Then he said I also had to do his handkerchiefs....in the same way the old ladies at his boarding school did! Ironing them once, folding them once, ironing that, then folding them again and ironing that...Whatever....
We now live in a house and not that flat and one of the biggest sources of argument between the two of us is the dryer. One day I was doing the laundry (which I rarely did at the time becasue I just don't understand the fracking machine) and was in the process of moving the wet clothes to the dryer (across the kitchen all the way to the back porch thingy because of course, there's no seperate laundry room) and as I turned on the dryer (which I barely understand more than the washing machine - luckily it has an auto drying function which finally dries after turning it on three times) DH came bounding down the stairs, yelling, "What are you doing? It's a hot day and the sun is out!!!" It was around, I don't know, 68 degrees, the sun was shining sporadcally but in any case, we don't have a line out. He went on and on on how insane I was to use the dryer, how "wasteful", bla bla bla. He proceeded to hang things off the trees and over a couple of lawn chairs. And I'm the insane one.
The rule is if I do the laundry, it WILL go into the dryer, I don't care. So he ends up doing the laundry now and that's good enough for me.
