So asda delivery arrives as we are eating dinner. I get up and bring it in and start putting it away. Dp lifts his plate through ignoring mine and let's me get on with putting it away and doing the dishes. Rule is whoever cooks does the dishes. He sits on his arse. Meanwhile the toddler is running around the kitchen creating merry hell. I ask him for a hand. He replies with a hand with what? I explain I am still putting the shopping away and I wouldn't mind a hand with the dishes. He remind me of the rule. I ask him to take toddler out of the kitchen. She then has a mega tantrum whereby he puts her in time out. This is apparently 100 percent my fault. As I clearly had a strop on. He then gets pissed off when she comes to me after time out. He is now in the total huff and I am the unreasonable one. Tea was just oven stuff. Now I feel like shite and he will stay in a mood. He will never never admit to being at fault. Help.