Clearly I hate falling short

Clearly I hate falling short, because I spent last night in a constant succession of trying to make everything better as the frustration I felt turned into an angry smoke monster rampaging through my overtired mind.  Here's how it started.  I went to Anime Central, to work the convention, because it is awesome and because I genuinely enjoy the people I work with.  Also, there is an abundance of eye candy which I enjoy.  ( I am looking at you Prison Harley Quinn and  Aladdin.  No, seriously, I am still looking at you both in my mind's eye.)  So I am working this convention and I have my kids and my sister-in-law and her friend, both teenagers because I have clearly lost my mind, and my other pseudo sister-in-law who kept me marginally sane.  I over do it because it turns out that someone who is simultaneously pregnant and nursing should apparently eat every 9 minutes and nap as many times a day as I pee.  That number is 47.  So I nearly fainted and was put on light duty for the rest of the convention.  So I bring my crippled volunteer behind home and my father-in-law comes over to explain.....at length, why he thinks he may die soon and why the world is out to get him and nothing could ever possibly go right or make him happy and contented.  Busload of naked centerfolds and cake?  He gained 15 lbs and they are trying to kill him.  Publisher's Clearing House shows up with a check?  Now the government can take 50% in taxes? He finds a cure for cancer? He is more likely to die of a stroke.  Unicorns land and sing him songs of joy?  Damn homosexual adgenda! We do this, effectively, about things in the real world FOR FOUR HOURS!  I cannot make him happy. My husband then leaves to go get our dogs from the dog-sitter, and pick up burgers since we have no food in the house since getting home and our 9 years old is also four hours late getting dinner. The (rightfully) angry dog-sitter sees me on Facebook while my husband is on his way and takes time out of her busy day to tell me that I am a lazy, disrespectful, stupid bitch who is also a bad mother (since dinner is also so late).  I cry.....a bunch. I try taking responsibility while pointing out that my intentions were honestly honorable.  No dice, she's pissed.  I end up falling asleep wondering if everyone has these days. I must not be the only one who ends a day saying, "OMG, what a clusterfuck.  I have GOT to juggle better next time!"  Last night, my balls dropped.  Ouch.  Clearly I hate falling short.