Am I being a bitch?

I'm away on a press trip for five days in July and my husband and mother will be looking after the gang in my absence. Now, don't get me wrong, I appreciate their help whilst I'm away, but since planning the trip everyone and their dog have offered to help Mr D. 'Oh, you poor lamb, how will you cope? I'll bring over a casserole!' What about me? For the last seven months I haven't had any help at all? Where's my bloody casserole?

The five nights in a five star hotel in the sun will make it slightly easier, I s'pose!
Still....