I’ve made the pizza dough, I’ve cleaned the oven, I’ve rolled out ds pizza made the sauce and now I’m wiping the mould off the crappy stbx fridge when ds ( 13) is whining. He couldn’t roll out his pizza and now he can’t open a tin of corn, where’s the x, where’s the y. Dh comes in to help and asks where the oven tray is. I am I wrong to get irritated? Why can’t he look in the bloody oven? Why does everyone ask me all the time? I explain I’m irritated at cleaning the mouldy fridge again, and he gets irritated- there’ll be a new one soon he says, somehow he’s irritated and I’m feeling as if I’m being totally in the wrong. somehow it all escalates. I say, I just need some help, just ask me if I need help. He says, Oh be quiet. And I say , or you could say that, which isn’t very helpful. But dd is in the kitchen and somehow I’m now the baddy. Urgh! What’s going on?