I have just done up the attic for dd to move up there, i have been working really hard all week and had a new carpet and everything, anyway my dad was round earlier so i asked him to help me get dd's bed up there, well it wouldn't fit.
Now I really appreciate my dad helping but he is so aggresive and talks to my mum and I as if we are thick and have no idea what we are doing, i did the whole bloody room dad. He shouted at me, shouted at my mum, got really annoyed when i didn't have an alan key to fit the bed (even though we inherited it), I have a massive bruise on my leg from where he rammed the bed at me.
IHe asked for a screwdriver and i said which sort, he said a NORMAL ONE, I said which is a normal one, philips or straight, he said A NORMAL ONE, OH JUST BRING THEM ALL, was that so hard to actually answer me.
Anyway he is coming back tommorow to fit the cat flap.
AIBU to never ask him to help me again, or am I being a spoilt brat?