Does anything I say ever matter?

In our house I'm the first one to get up and the last one to leave the house. I am suppoed to be at work in seven minutes and I'm not even dressed yet, because I tried to hustle the kids out the door and decided to clean out a kitchen cupboard.

I decided that the recalcitrant elder child should start making her own lunch to take to school. Result? She went to school with no lunch today. I help the younger ones but only the youngest appreciates the help - the older one has discovered the withering weapon of sarcasm and hurls it at me whenever possible.

The man of the house tells me yet again that I keep everything in the wrong places instead of attempting to remember where everything is - and where it has been for years now.

I can't get up any interest in going to work because there isn't actually anything for me to do there today and I have plenty to do at home - yet I can't just not go.

When I awoke this morning I was happy and warm on a freezing day and one by one each member of the family has chipped away at my feeling of well-being so that now I feel like crying. It used to be fun to dream about what could be in my future, but now I don't see any future except one where I get older and grumpier. How sad. I've lost my ability to dream. I have no future.