I am off work at the moment (school-based employment) so have not stopped cleaning for the last week. On my cleaning list was my car because I've never cleaned it before
I washed it, vacced it out and then chucked the stuff I store in there back in (charity shop stuff to be delivered and a massive box of school stuff). So far, so boring, but I was dead proud that I'd finally found time to do it.
So, DH takes my car this morning to drop it in at the garage for some work, so I empty the stuff out.
Fishing for appreciation I ask
Me: Are you impressed that I cleaned my car?
DH: 
How dare he!
Me: fine, I won't do it again. said like a petulant teenager
DH: no, you should do it again, just do it better.
Me: Umm... 
DH: Well ok, you vacced it, but you shouldn't keep so much stuff in it. (I had already explained about the charity shop stuff, which is mostly his crap anyway)
I mean, wtf?! In my opinion, a car does a job. As long as it can still do that job, it doesn't matter how filthy messy it is. The cheek of him! Twat. I am now grumpy and its not even 9am. And would he prefer me to keep the stuff in our (tiny) house where he'll fall over it and moan even more. I mean, I know about weight in cars, but mine is super efficient anyway, and we really have nowhere else to store it.
And I am the only one who ever tidies the house... Or the garden. Or anywhere. So he can bog off. So there.
I'll have totally got over this by the time he gets home from work this evening, but come on mumsnet jury; he should have lavished praise on me for a job well done, gone off to work and everyone would be happy 