Shabbos, Day 3. Was fine, didn't have much motivation to fall. Sunday. Worst days ever invented. Kids are cooped up at home, everyone is grating on each other's nerves. The one day I potentially have to get some stuff done and maybe even relax, I spend trying to entertain everyone, which is usually a disaster. I took the family to a restaurant today for the lunch special. It was a disaster. The food came out late, the kids were crying, when the food finally did come out my wife was MIA due to trying to eat, so I was trying to feed the kids myself. When I finally got them to calm down, my wife was already done with her food and she started mooching mine, so I snapped at her, and everyone came home in a worse mood than when they started. This is a pretty standard occurrence. As sad as it is, and I wish it wasn't this way, my least favorite time is that which I spend with my family. I am very grateful to have them, but I wish our outings didn't always turn out like this. All the boxes are checked for a fall right now, stressed, frazzled, feeling unaccomplished, and bored (stuck at home again watching baby).