Having day from hell. Too much to do. Rotten cold. Screamy child. Crushed my sunglasses when folding pushchair. Covered in food at every meal. Had had enough by 10am. Left a message on my husband's voicemail then. Left an enraged, vicious one at 6pm - heavy sarcasm, thanks for returning the call, you're a git sort of thing. Am I being unreasonable? Am literally quivering with irritation.