In this week's episode of H's pissy pants behavior, he got mad at me for washing clothes he left wadded up on the floor. Because they were his workout pants, but he wore them for pj pants last night, but he left them on the floor so of course I was supposed to know he wanted to work out in them tonight.
He always leaves his clothes on the floor and I always throw them in the hamper. Today I did laundry. But he's irritated I had the audacity to assume clothes on the floor this time meant they were dirty. Like, after I told him they were in the washer, I heard him muttering and more than one "fuck" as he tried to find other pants. And when he confronted me, I told him clothes on the floor means they are dirty. It always has, and he knows I'm probably going to wash anything he leaves on the floor unless it's jeans because we rewear those a few times. He just snapped "ok" and stormed off.
Normally I try to see his side of being irritated, as I always hope someday he will do for me, but in this case I'm all fuck you, dude, this is your fault. Don't want me washing your clothes? Pick them up! You're 33!