DH took DC1 out swimming this morning. I stayed at home with the baby and attempted to jet wash the patio. Baby unsettled, didn't fancy watching me jet wash so I didn't get lots done.
DH gets back and says that as it's boiling, he'll pop out and take DC1 to see his family. I said, oh great can you take the baby? Then I can get stuff done (finish jet washing, mop the floors, do his ironing).
Cue the baby starts crying and I asked DH to get him as I'm covered in gardening muck.
10 mins later, DH is huffing about getting things ready and tells me I'm being a dick but doesn't want to discuss in front of the kids. I sent DC1 upstairs on an errand and asked him what he meant- he said I was a dick and he just wanted to pop out but now this was an epic mission. I explained what I wanted to do and said to leave the baby if he wanted. He said he could iron his own fucking shirts and stormed out with both of them.
Sorry, this is a boring and ridiculous row but I'm not sure ive done anything wrong but somehow I'm the one left feeling awful and I don't know why. Am I wrong?