Arrrgghh...why can't men see what's in front of their face?

barbiedoll

Mr B has been searching high and low for a document. He asked me where it was and I told him that it was in the plastic wallet, behind his desktop PC.

Conversation as follows:

Him: ..."I've looked in my drawer upstairs, I've looked in the cupboard and I've looked in the bills drawer and it's not there"

Me:..."I've just told you, it's in the plastic wallet behind your computer"

He then stomped upstairs and ransacked the bill drawer, getting more irate by the minute.

About half an hour later....

Me:...."Did you find it?"

Him:..."Mmm..what?

Me:...."You found it behind the computer, didn't you?"

Him:..."Oh god, you just love it when you're right, don't you?"

Me..."Yes, I absolutely do"

Aaaarrrggghhh!

Better_Days

I feel your pain :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Spendless

They start young with this too, my son once accused me of planting his school jumper in his wardrobe when I went upstairs to look for it and produced it when he couldn't find it!

The book 'why men don't listen and women can't read maps' suggests it's to do with differences in the brain.

I think it's an element of doing it wrong on purpose so they aren't asked again. Currently my DH receives all texts from DD's drama teacher, he either forgets to pass them on, reads them in a different context to me or deletes them without recording relevant info (eg exam dates) and I am convinced he is doing this so I say have my contact details instead!

barbiedoll

They do start young, I quite agree!

My son is just as bad. I'm constantly getting yelled at from the kitchen with typical requests such as "Where are the cakes?"

The cakes are put in the same place every week but if the pack is facing the wrong way or if something else is stacked on top of them, he simply can't see them.

The fridge is a minefield. I put things away in the same place every week but by the time the blokes have been foraging in there, it's in complete disarray. Then they moan that they can't find anything!
:mad::mad:

They always seem to manage to sniff out my nice chocs though, it's like some kind of miracle. No matter how far back in the fridge I hide my Lindors, someone always comes in the living-room, brandishing the box shouting "Haha, found your stash!"

Maybe I should start hiding them in the washing machine, no-one but me can work out how to open the door! :rotfl:

bylromarha

I am just like your OH.

I am a woman.

marisco_2

My advice is stop sweating the small stuff so much, and don't let yourself be so affected by insignificant things. You are this guys wife not his mother. If you have the answer to a problem he has, share it with him and then leave him to it. No need to go check on him, and cause an unnecessary atmosphere with an 'I told you so' attitude.

Errata

Stock answer: In the fruit bowl next to your socks.

Georgiegirl256

marisco wrote: »

My advice is stop sweating the small stuff so much, and don't let yourself be so affected by insignificant things. You are this guys wife not his mother. If you have the answer to a problem he has, share it with him and then leave him to it. No need to go check on him, and cause an unnecessary atmosphere with an 'I told you so' attitude.

Was thinking similar myself. :cool:

zaxdog

Standard reply from me:

"The womb is not a locating device!"

tesuhoha

My husband lost his work ID card this morning. He cannot get in to work without it. I had taken it out of his work trousers when I washed them and placed it on the bedside table on his side.

He came into our bedroom at 7am with a torch panicking and rummaging everywhere saying it was lost.

I said - But it was by the bedside table and its not there now, you must have taken it downstairs - look in the bathroom.

He totally ignored me and continued to rummage.

I said - are you actually listening to me - it was there - 100%.

No response.

I said - you must have picked it up, why don't you think where it could be.

I heard him pulling stuff around downstairs so I went down in my dressing gown and looked in his dressing gown pocket. There was the ID card.

Here you are - I said - Oh where was it? He asked.

RichardD1970

I saw something recently about why people sometimes can't see what's in front of their noses. There was a scientific reason.

Unfortunately I can't find it now.