At the point of total breakdown I left a message with Mark at work, "I can't cook tonight. I can't. I'm going to lose it."
So, Chinese it is. He took the 2 year old with him, to boot. Now, with a few minutes of solace in a jam-packed day I think I'll head to the bathtub and read some necessary prayer books.
I only hope I don't fall asleep in the tub.