DP turned the entire house upside down yesterday looking for the gas card. Who gets to clear up? Muggins here. The whole place is a shit-tip, I'm horribly ill, and I'm sick to the back teeth of it being my job. And I just discovered that he pulled all the clean washing out of the dryer and left it on the floor when he was looking for his work shirt. The basket was about a foot away.
He always says we need to make more of an effort with the housework, but that really means me since I'm the one at home all day.
AIBU to go on strike until he starts pulling his weight?