We are all going out today, so I have been up since 6am, getting breakfast for the baby who has a bottle when he wakes (which was 6am), breakfast for DD who woke up not long after, making sandwiches, ironing, tidying round and making DH a cup of tea, as well as packing the bags for today.
DH brings the baby up to get him dressed and he's done a big leaky poo, which is all over his back and out of his nappy and requires some cleaning. I'm in the shower and DH starts shouting and moaning about cleaning it and saying he can't cope. Cue me losing my rag at not being able to have even 5 mins peace and telling him he's being silly and of course he can cope. DH responds by telling me I'm doing the 'high pitched squealing thing' which I apparrently know he hates and calling me a Fucking Old Witch.
Rant over, but FFS, can't they cope with anything? And I might be a witch, but I'm not an old one.