Kill me now...

Between Troy's warrant for $6,000, city fines, the rain (which finally stopped so my husband can go to work) you would think Heavenly Father would say "Janis has had enough for the moment let's give her a break." oh no. I have reached my limit. I am as we speak sharpening my best knife to slit my wrists. I borrowed my sister's pressure cooker to try it out. As I was cooking Irelynn kept disobeying me so I sent her to time out. Right away she started crying that she needed to go potty. Thinking that she was just trying to manipulate me into getting off time out I told her I don't care pee your pants you are staying there. Next thing I know she did infact pee her pants. As I am dealing with the pee all over the bench, floor and inside Troy's work boots (I'm glad she peed inside the boot. It's a little comic relief from my terrible night!) I start to smell something burning. My dinner totally burned and now I have to scour my sister's pot like mad or buy her a new pot. Side note we researched it online to see what gets off burnt food and apparently soaking it over night in a little water and a dryer sheet is supposed to take it right off. I'll let you know. Irelynn then proceeds to tell me "mom you told me to pee my pants and that's bad. You should've told me to go to the bathroom because it's bad to pee your pants..." Why did she have to pick now to start to listen to what I tell her to do. I need to be taken to the back and put out of my misery