Jesus, what an evening...

...suicidal ex sobbing on the sofa before coming in for the soup course,
child throwing tantrum over homework, step-mom issuing forth on "how to
raise a child properly" and still dinner to be served.

And there's no one to confide this to but you.

I am going to go and sleep the long sleep of the blessed. As Anne of Green
Gables would say, "tomorrow is another day without any mistakes in it".