Hubby's mad at me and I'm hormonal.

Bread is mad at me because I didn't tell him his haircut was bad (he decided to trim the back himself and now he looks like forrest gump)...until he asked me.
Apparently, a co-worker commented on it and said, "didn't your wife notice?" Honestly, I noticed it Monday evening, and he asked me about it Tuesday morning. After noticing it, I thought:
1. How do I tell him in a nice way he gave himself a Forrest Gump haircut?
2. WTF is he thinking trying to cut the BACK of his hair
2a. with his beard trimmer
2b. without asking for any help
3. Does he KNOW it looks bad?
4. Should I just ignore it and figure this way he'll learn not to do it again?
and finally...
5. How long has it been this way before I finally noticed??


As you can see, after thinking all this, I decided to wait until I could think of a nice way to tell him (preferably on the way to the barber shop) and unfortunately...it came back and smacked me in the face.
So now he's calling me a liar.
Let me share my husband's definition of a liar: Anyone who says anything that isn't completely true.
On the surface, you can say, well, isn't that the proper definition?
No.
Then all fiction writers are actually liars. If you get mixed up or make a mistake you are a liar. If you are trying to protect someone's feelings with an appropriate social lie ("no, you do NOT look fat in that...") then you are a liar.
A lie, to me, and I don't think I'm the only one, is a statement presented as fact that is intended to hurt or mislead someone, to deceive them.
Or it can also be leaving out pertinent information intending to hurt or mislead someone.
The word that sums it all up for me is, INTENT. I was not intending to hurt him or trick him or mislead him. I was trying to figure out a diplomatic way to tell him he looked like shit.
But anyway, the coworker's remark that I should have told him, that hurt him. A lot. It was like a criticism of our marriage.
Geez. I'm pregnant, taking care of a four-year-old, working full-time, trying to stave off the depression I've dealt with my whole life, and he's upset I didn't tell him he looked stupid. I'm scheduling my life around when I can take naps. I lost my jury duty summons. I got a ticket for $687 in July that I still haven't paid. I am three payments behind on my student loan. I have three loads of laundry piled on the couch plus one in the dryer and one in the washer, and I don't know when they'll get taken care of (also one basket of towels I asked my husband to fold last Friday which he STILL HASN'T) and I'm sorry, but I don't have TIME or EVEN CARE that your hair looks stupid!!!!