Men, have you ever wondered why women hide your things? You prune the tree out front and leave the pruning shears by the front door. Later, you think nothing of it when they are gone and just assume that the significant other put them away, which she did, just not where you can find them. The next time you go to use them they are not in the garage with the rakes and lawn mower. Not on your tool bench in the basement. You spend three hours searching to no avail. Then one day months later you want an extra blanket and get one out of the linen closet and lo and behold there's the shears underneath the blankets. One day you decide to move the umbrella stand and it seems heavy and shine a flashlight in you find your breaker bar that you had last seen three years ago. On and on it goes. Now you ask yourself what kind logic is behind this? It make no sense whatsoever to put these things where they do. None at all. But you're wrong and this is my epiphany. They do it so that after 30 or 40 years you'll figure out to not give her the chance to hide things and put them away first. Sure, it'd be faster to train you by reminding you to put something away but that could be construed as nagging and they would never think of nagging you, ever, waste hours upon frustrating hours of your time and money searching and finally buying new sure, but never nag. Is there a way to fight back? You could put things away immediately I suppose but you could also fight fire with fire. The next time she hides your breaker bar hire a tow truck and tell her you needed to change a tire but someone stole your breaker bar. You needed to change the tire because you were going to take her to dinner at that swanky new place but you had to spend all the money on the tow truck and mechanic and a new breaker bar for next time. Could it escalate into open war? Perhaps but it could lead to a lasting peace as well.
Just rearrange her purse, the kitchen, and her makeup, and put things where you think they should go. End of problem.
You would willingly go into a woman's purse? Are you insane? There's things in there make you go blind if you see them.
Why don't you just... you know... ask her? Where is such and such, I field at least 30 -40 of these questions every day. I even tell my family where stuff are they have forgotten where they left it. Women make an automatic inventory check of everything around the house, we do it subconsciously because we know you'll be looking for it in 5 minutes yelling "Where is my blah blah" secretly blaming us for forgetting where you put it in the first place. The thing that annoy me most is when I don't know where something is, but do know that if I start looking I'll find it in under 30 seconds flat, for these enquiries (mostly the kids) I usually yell back, "just look for it" and mostly result in them finding it... although not always.
Oh sure, you do that with the kids but your mate? I have no doubt that you know where everything is but If I ask you for the pruning shears admit it you're going to come back with toe nail clippers.
My own dearly beloved had a bad habit of just dumping things on my workbench so that I could never use it or even find any of my tools when I needed them. We are talking about things like swimming gear and empty containers and old clothes for the vets that don't belong on workbenches. Then I discovered that she didn't like it when I left my tools on her kitchen counter. So whenever she dumped stupid stuff on my workbench I would just leave my tools all over her counter tops and when she complained I pointed out that I had nowhere else to put my tools since she had dumped stuff all over my workbench again. She stopped dumping that stuff all over my workbench and I had a place to put my tools away which resulted in lasting peace!
what rubbish, I'll have you know I mow the lawn, prune my roses every year and anything around the garden that needs it... so if you're wondering what my husband does...he; prunes the trees using a chainsaw or tree pruners, basically anything too heavy for me to do sharpen the blades, look after my car, fixes anything that need fixing or I need help with. He has a lot of tools and well some of them are rather beyond me, I'm not a tool person... so no I wouldn't know where his tools are but I respect his space and don't mess with his tools anyway, besides he enjoys showing his new tools to me and I pretend to be interested lol, I have the nod and smile down pat and even manage to ask a not too dumb question most of the time
Since my spouse has observed that I have saved a fortune on repair bills by fixing things around the house myself, including renovating two entire bathrooms, she doesn't mind when I buy myself some new toys for my workshop.
I'm talking about normal women not exceptional women like you. And it's not just tools. I'm not married but I have a housekeeper that comes in twice a week. I bake my own bread and buy yeast by the pound and keep it in a zip-lock baggie. I went to make bagels Saturday and I know that I left the yeast on the counter next to the flour. She had been in a straightened up Saturday while I was at work. Couldn't find the yeast. After searching for an hour I broke down and bought more.
It doesn't work with tools. When a woman sees a tool, she turns into a zombie. She proceeds to hide the tool wherever the satanic voices in her head say. When she awakes she is completely unaware of what she's done. Technically it is known as Tool Zombism.
I did a bunch of remodeling that took months. But I left one thing for my ex wife to do; just to see if she would ever do it - I left a mirror in the bathroom waiting to be hung. Five years later it still sat there. I challenged her to do one other job in 20 years - stain the bedroom door. Ten years later it was still bare. If she wanted to do something, she was all over it. But if it wasn't fun, then it was my problem.
I'm not exceptional we're a team, I look after him and he looks after me and we look after our family. My husband doesn't cook, so I am very impressed with your bread baking, I cheat I have a bread machine, use the timer the night before and wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread. A housekeeper is different, she probably doesn't always know where things belong, or where the boundary is... I don't touch my husband's tools it's a red line for him, a housekeeper wouldn't necessarily know stuff like that.
My spouse has no problem helping out since her own mother was up a ladder painting the walls the day before she gave birth to her. My daughter has become familiar with tools because I started buying her small versions of my own hand tools from her early childhood. Together we built the computer she used throughout high school and so she is "hands on" too. When I renovated the room that we turned into a BnB I did all the plumbing and the wiring and then my daughter did the painting and my wife organized the decorating since she was too sick at the time to do any actual work herself. Working together on projects can be fun.
Some people are like that, they are unable to complete unwanted tasks. It's not a female thing, I've painted almost our entire house by myself, but not at the same time, I'll do one room every second year and plan the colour & texture months in advance, also has to be after or before winter etc.
Teamwork is important IMO. While my cooking is limited to the "meat and potatoes" dishes I do my part in the kitchen. Since my wife has been sick my daughter has stepped in and she is producing some exceptional meals. We split the chores so she loads the dishwasher at night and I empty it and put everything away first thing in the morning.
I'm impressed D, cook an clean, I'm not so lucky unfortunately my dh is not domesticated... at all, but works long hours & maintains the house, cars etc. He can fry an egg and leaves the mess for me... tg for dishwashers. I do occasionally get a cleaner in when I get bogged down, it's A$100 for 3 hours but totally worth it when you're the only one trying to keep it together, I don't worry about it too much since I figure I'd have to do it all anyway if he wasn't' there
Since we were both working when we met we have always had someone come in every week to do the basic cleaning so I don't get that much credit on the cleaning side. It is more the "over and above" stuff that is hard to reach or doing the dirty stuff like requires brute force and ignorance.
Yes, I was joking of course - I've never actually SEEN a woman turn into a tool zombie. The evidence is purely anecdotal. And my ex wife was a special case. She was so bad it was funny at times. For years she wanted me to teach her to play the piano. So finally we got serious and decided to start. But as soon as she figured out real work was involved, that you have to learn things like, you know... TIMING, she lost interest. "Can't I learn to play without learning timing?" she asked. WTF?!?! Eeeeeesh, who in the hell did I marry?!?! That was when I first started to realize that she was a shell of who I thought she was.
H a relationship is all about taking a chance on someone because that is what is required, you don't really know who someone truly is until the **** hits the fan.
Epiphany + Airlines in a never ending squeeze for profits is going to charge for bathroom access. $10 entry. How bad do you need to go? Toilet tissue by the piece too The above should accompany today's increase of fees to manage your luggage. Can a seat belt fee be far off. Seat belts are required so you must pay the fee Moi Refused to fly for decades. It works!
Like you I have opted out of flying and will only do so when there is no other viable option. Flying has become an ordeal to be endured. Stuffed into an uncomfortable seat with minimal padding jammed up against strangers on all sides and dealing with surly staff who would not get tipped in a Diner with their attitudes makes it an unpleasant experience for all concerned. Since the flights I cannot avoid are all long distance and usually overnight where I know that I won't get any sleep I make sure that I have pain killers and yes, I take them to alleviate the discomfit. There is no other form of transportation that is as bad IMO.
Excuse me stewardess but I'll just hold onto my cup. I usually need to pee about 2 hours into a flight and I don't have $10.
I would suggest going drastic and trying the desperate measure of...….wait for it.....here it comes....Talking.
Sorry to resurrect an old thread but on the way to work this morning I had a vision of a less diabolic, but no less sneaky, reason women hide their mates things in the oddest places. Perhaps, just maybe, they are concerned for their mate's health. By hiding stuff men get quite the workout trying to find things. Up and down stairs, out to the garage and back, repeat 10 times out of frustration... Men, just think how fat you'd be without your devoted wife. Sure, she could send you out to mow the yard but you'd just pay Timmy from next door to do it. She could sign you up for a health club but you'd just sit around the juice bar watching the women's aerobic class though the one way mirrors. Nope, if she hides something you'll search till you're exhausted. She knows you can't hire Timmy to do it for you. She knows you won't ask where it is because, well, you're a man. Finally, there are no girls in spandex to distract you.
