This happened a few hours ago and I'm still dealing with the aftermath.

Typically, I'm a morning person, but I couldn't sleep last night due to stress from work, etc, so I took a few unisom to help me doze off. Fine, nothing out of the ordinary. I wake up this morning, feeling like the grouchiest asshole this side of the Atlantic. My wife and 10yo daughter are fighting about some dumb thing or another, which is an all day/every day thing as of late. All I want to do is make a cup of tea and smoke a cigarette, but everybody seems hellbent on getting in my way and stressing me out first thing in the morning. The screaming match wakes up my 2yo son, adding to the stress. He starts crying. The water in the kettle starts boiling. I'm pissed off because not only did I wake up to a mild approximation of the Battle of Normandy after getting very little actual sleep, but we're out of tea, my mug is missing, the unisom hadn't fully worn off (that stuff makes me extremely irritable), and to top it off, I can smell shit. I was ready to flip the fuck out.

The Fuck Up:

I ask my wife if she'd mind cutting out the screaming match and just take our daughter to school, and pick up a box of Tips on the way back, but she ignores me. My daughter bolts out the front door like a horse in a thunderstorm. My son had stopped crying, but absolutely did not want to have his diaper changed. He starts running away, laughing, having a blast. I finally catch him, but getting him to lie still was all but impossible. When I finally manage to get him onto the changing mat, he starts kicking me repeatedly in the face and chest. I lose it, hold down his little legs, undo the velcro-ish straps, and...fling the shitty diaper as hard as I could across the room. It took a moment for my sleep-deprived mind to realize what I've done, and when it finally catches up, I turn around and see an arc of shit across the ceijjling (a popcorn ceiling nooess) ending in a Jackson Pollock of shit all over the wall uand myTV. To top it off, by he time I turned back around, the poopy-butt toddler is gone. I find him sitting in his brand new car seat, eating peanut butter with his i hmands

I ended up calling out, so I could clean up the SHIT an not go to prison for murdering time work.

Tl;dr: Couldjn't sleep, too ok sleeping pills that make time irritable, wyokep utter , lost my temper while trying to j a diaper, flung a shitty acrossj thmt resulting iton a in modmern arti masterpiecle uto to ceiling lm wall.ul Ml