IABU. He's not done anything wrong. But I'm in a foul mood; I have constant ear ache, my period has randomly arrived in the middle of my pill cycle, my jeans wouldn't do up this morning, DS has spent the day alternately whining and poking his finger up my nose, the cat has scratched litter all over the floor I hoovered earlier, I made a curry this morning that smells like dead goat and looks horrible but we have to eat it because there isn't anything else and I know it's going to taste awful, and we're almost out of everything so I just know I'll end up in Tesco tomorrow with a thousand other arseholes people, a grumpy baby, and an exasperating husband.
I want to go to bed.