It's been a long day.

The foreman for the master bath project came early. He was a good salesman, I'll give him that. Not only will the shower be replaced, the tub's tile will be replaced, the water damage on the ceiling will be fixed, and the window upstairs will be replaced. We got a great deal because of discounts and he could get the shower installed at cost.

Once that was done, our daughter came home upset. The boys went to her boyfriend's house to fix their car. Boyfriend and his brother decide they'll fix it themselves and leave the other friend out, not telling my daughter what's going on. (She is joint owner of the car and has a right to know.) Find out they broke a rusted bolt from banging on it too hard, and her boyfriend blames my husband for "not maintaining it," even though the boyfriend has been driving this car for about three years and could've said something a lot sooner.

My husband is in the kitchen, overheating, full from lunch, and exhausted. He hears this from my daughter and gets really angry, then tries to calm down and collapses on the floor. We went from going to the ER to not going and waiting an hour. Now he is taking a nap and it's near time for me to cook dinner.

I'm not cooking dinner because, quite honestly, my nerves are frayed.