Okay so my dad got home pissed the hell off. He was walking around shouting and screaming at my brother, Xander (M15) and me (FTM13). He told my brother to take out the bins and told me to take the bottles down to the garage. (We’re in Melbourne so we collect bottles and trade them for ten cents). And then he told me to do the dishwasher. I said no. This was basically the conversation.

Me: no. Dad: what? Me: no. You can do it. Dad: I’ve worked 12 hours and then came home and cleaned the whole house. You can do the dishwasher! Me: wrong. I’ve been home all day. I’ve cleaned the whole house. Done breakfast’s dishes. Taken the dog for a walk and gone to the shops to buy pasta for dinner tonight. Which I paid for with my own money. And I also did a hell of a lot of homework. You get home and scream at us and make us do things like house work? Just because you work does not mean you are any more exhausted than me!
Dad: I’m tired! Just do it. Me: no. You can do it. I’m tired and I’m trying to finish these orders. (I run a small business around my neighbourhood). I’ve done everything I need to do tonight and more. If you’re not going to do the dishwasher then it’s not getting done. Because me and Xander aren’t doing it.

I then just walked away to my room. He’s pissed and refusing to talk to me. My brother laughed his ass off and said I did great but my dad called my mum and she said I should’ve just done what he said to keep the peace. AITA?