Shopping with DH is a nightmare!!

I just wanna be in n out if I'm food shopping with my o.h.

Me too. Shopping for clothes underwear pjs shoes etc is a nightmare. I'm only short n suffer from anxiety too so I just Make do with what I have. I visit charity shops coz they're smaller than M n S etc and much cheaper too.

My DH always pushes the trolley. Even though he has a wonky knee and it makes it worse. He is always an aisle behind me in Tesco's, as he examines everything . I make a list on Thursdays of our main meals for the coming week, and then a shopping list. Friday is shopping day. I stick to the list, DH adds extras. Quite a lot sometimes. When we get home there is a lot of, "What do you want this for?" or "When did you put that in? I'm not complaining, It constantly amuses me. When we have put the shopping away, DH has to have a cup of coffee and a rest as his knee is aching. !!!!Say no more !

As a DH whose OH has a dictatorial attitude to food shopping I can empathize with the DH's. The occasional treat should be allowed. Of course if DH is obese. type 2 diabetic he may need to be restrained. She has a mental block about frozen versus fresh, fresh is not always best.

When it comes to entertaining she never learns from experience and always over buys, if I protest I'm accused on being a killjoy but it's me that gets left with the surplus and has to scrape round to containers for doggy bags.

My wife takes me clothes shopping and that is a nightmare! I prefer her to get her own clothes and me to get mine without interference.

Sometimes DH does the big weekly shop on his own. He buys only what is on the list. When we shop together he adds all sorts of treats - sweets, savouries, cakes, fancy breads, wine etc. I don't mind as I enjoy them as well, but why doesn't he do it when he shops on his own?

I very rarely shop with dh. Whenever I do, he has the habit of disappearing elsewhere in the shop.

On one occasion, years ago, shortly before Halloween, we went to Homebase to find a besom type broom for sweeping leaves off the lawn.

Dh did his usual disappearing act for ages, and I was left by the checkout, clutching my besom broom and fuming, evidently with a face to match, since I then noticed a little boy of 4 or 5, half hiding anxiously behind his mother, and asking in an audible whisper, 'Mummy, is she a witch?'

At least it gave all the family a good laugh - and plenty of others, since dds gleefully related it to all and sundry!

My husband is a Scrooge and sulks over shopping: when we have guests they would starve if he was allowed to shop for them. He's 80: how does he want people to remember him?

Love that story Witzend

Mine too..I would rather not go shopping. I do mostly online now