The worst day Ever, and father of the year awards

Well, sunday was bad. I have had bad days before. Sleepless nights. bad headaches. terrible illnesses. mental breakdowns at school and work, but sunday was bad. It had all the ingredients of the worst day ever.....
Saturday night...
Sick wife 8 Pm goes to sleep
I take over with infant
I play some Lords of the Realm
I watch The Neverending story twice!
The baby cries everytime I put her down, so I hold her, I think she is sleeping
I decide to stay up to let wifee sleep peacefully til the baby's late night feeding 3 AM
I am feeling good.
Baby wakes up. I change her. feed her. Put her down. Baby will not sleep. baby stays awake.
Wife gets sick really really bad. 3am
Wife is good and sick, sick, sick. (Moaning)
Wifee is the only person actually qualified to make the baby sleep. (Moaning wife)
My self sacrificial deed now looks really stupid. (wife still is moaning)
So, baby finally goes to sleep at yes 5 am. I think wifee finally goes back to sleep.
Wakes up at 6 am. then sleeps til about 650am. boo yah!
Baby goes back to sleep. I can't remember when she wakes up again. probably like 8am
I round up 2 hours of sleep.
7am Claudia wakes up. Daddy feed me. I go out to the kitchen and....voila....
JD has woken up and decided to use the stove to cook the world's most insane biscuits.
The mess is intense. Flour every where. I nearly lose it.
"Almost Losing" it is when you scream inside like a mad man on steroids, but what comes out is,
Clean up this mess right now or I am going to make your life miserable. I scold JD til 730am about his judicious use of the oven. I scare him into believing that he could have killed us all in an oven holocaust that would incinerate us all in seconds. I nearly freak out the whole time. JD cleans up his disaster without crying. I think that he realized that dad was going to go crazy. No father of the year award for the morning thanks.
Next up 8am I feed the kids cereal.
At some point I go get the baby. I think I am going to nap at some point. I stick in cinderella 3. Baby moves around the whole time wimper screeching. Denying dear old dad his precious cinderella time nap. I feed the baby like 6 ounces in 3 hours.....to be continue...