Bad Dad day

Okay, today turned out to be a completed disaster. Well it started out great. I woke up a 6:30 went for a 1000 yard swim, got a starbucks decaf. Came home, wife was still sleeping. Cool. Kids woke up, cute as anything, I gave them breakfast. I was proud of myself, being a good dad. Oh, I also cleaned the kitchen. Then, I gave the kids a bath they were happy I was happy. My wife woke up, she looked kinda happy "I Think". For some weird reason, I started to get a tense feeling in my muscles kinda jittery. I then looked around the house and for me it was clutter city. I have an absolute low tolerance for clutter. I guess it's a problem. Anyhow I started complaining about it. Hence, the wife thinks I'm saying she doesn't do enough. About that time kids start crying and just making annoying noises and stuff. I go back into the kitchen, mess again. Okay I'm feeling overwhelmed now. Well I went and woke up other daughter who was still sleeping; she does alot of that. Now I'm totally frustrated because I have to wait on her to get ready for us to go shopping. We finally get out the door. I'm in a bad mood. My wife says I'm never happy and I put everyone else in a bad mood. Okay, I'm taking deep breaths now. We ran some errands and we bought a nice bunk bed with a trundle. I thought, okay this is an opportunity for some family decision fun. We went to the mall to shop for new comforters. Of course no one can come up with any solid decisions. This is where I go kooky inside. I'm very decisive. I know what I want for dinner before I have breakfast in the morning. My youngest daughters crying, my wife's not happy, I'm not happy, no one's happy. We go home. Okay time to try to get myself back on track. I want to go to church, I feel safe there and calm. I ask my youngest daughter to come, she's willing. My wife puts her hair up, its not the pony tail she wanted, she's crying again. I accusing my wife of making her cry all the time. Not good. Okay we're out the door now. Down the steps she burst into tears. She wants to go to church but not without mommy. We end up not going, she's just crying and crying. Ihug her, hold her hand and we go outside and look at the garden. I know, I'll take her to my neighbor's, she got a new cat, that will be nice. We go over, she makes me a margarita, we play with the cat and watch some nascar, everything seems okay. We go back home. I fall asleep in the living room. Oh oh, that stupid ice cream truck is coming by. I hear it in my sleep. My two youngest kids are at the window. Next thing I know, my daughter's crying again. My wife is telling her to stop wineing. She's balling her head off. I want to take over and hold her and make her feel better, my wife says no way you just cater to the kids, they only cry when you're home. At this point she tells me to leave. I go for a drive, get some soymilk, down that, and come here to work. Well I'm done, I don't fell better but I got this down for further study.

I watch alot of christian TV. There's some really outstand people on the shows, they all have more kids then I ;4; They never seem stressed just totally calm that Jesus is in control, can I get there too?