Arse!

Aaaaagh, should've stayed in bed.  Just . . . god, I dunno if it's ruined yet, trashed oven by putting chicken fillets in to defrost.  In plastic.  Only frickin problem is our microwave is also a combination oven and I thought when I put something on to defrost it was the microwave setting it used NOT the oven setting.  Which, obviously, is the one it frackin well did use.  Jesus, I am sick of cooking.  Sick of cooking and sick that I cannot seem to run my house anymore.  Today, v. early today, we woke up to discover we had neither milk nor bread.  Darren didn't say it but I could hear him thinking 'Huh, I ran the house better than this'.  He did.  What's with me?  Is it the sun?  Is the bang on the head yesterday?  Actually, can't use that one as I've been running house v. badly for a goooooood while now.  Feck it anyway, who wants to run a house?  Why can't it run itself?  Why is it always dusty ten minutes after you dust it?  Why can boys not piss into the toilet pot????  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?   I HATE CLEANING.  I HATE KIDS MESSES.  I HATE CLEANING.  And now I have to clean my bloody, plastic coated oven.  F&*K.