I have recently had a poo. It was quite pleasant, chatting to my brother through the wall. Then I shouted for my bum to be wiped. No answer! The feckless baggage was downstairs ironing my penguin trousers. This is being done because it's very important I wear my penguin trousers today.
I shouted louder. Then, then
She told me to WIPE MY OWN BUM!
Now I am perfectly capable of this task, but today I decided I was not and I know my own mind, right?
I shout repeatedly, and nothing. She just kept refusing.
So I had to do it myself
. Then, to add further insult to injury, SHE came upstairs and said "Thankyou" (well I should think so!) and "well done, Honeydragonling". The patronising cow baggage 
I'm still sulking.
AIBU to be absolutely sick of this constant disregard for my NEEDS?