Today is Harry’s birthday. This morning I woke up and rushed to wish him “happy birthday”. The minute I walked into the kitchen, and even before I had a chance to open my mouth, he started screaming at me how dirty the kitchen is, how bad I am at tidying up, how he is fed up with cleaning the mess every morning, etc, etc. I came to him, and said “happy birthday”, but he pushed me away and said “I do not care about this, I care that the kitchen is dirty” . I did not say anything further. I felt sorry for him.