Can anyone say "nervous breakdown"?

I had a full blown, outrageously silly, soap-opera-worthy meltdown this week. Why, you ask? Well, apparently the straw that broke the camel's back was that my husband didn't fluff the clothes before he folded them and they were a bit wrinkly! Of course, this horrifying turn of events wasn't the REAL cause for my distress. To briefly summarize the previous five days, I would have to say that they basically sucked majorly. One of my children had to be hospitalized for a couple days; which mentally, physically and financially strained our family. The house was in disarray and we were having company the next day, and so of course I made an already tough week worse by shutting my youngest daughter's finger in the front door while letting the dog in. This in turn, resulted in spending yet another entire day at doctor's/hospital. Just when I thought it truly couldn't get any worse, I arrived home to realize I had missed a detrimental appointment for my job, my to-do list had not miraculously checked itself off in my absence, and my children were hungry and in pain. My wonderful husband came home from a long stressful day at work and jumped right in to help. In my exhausted, overwrought haze I suppose I didn't realize I was attacking the only human being on earth who has loved me unconditionally over the state of the LAUNDRY (the most inconsequential item on the list)! Go figure. He did not receive my constructive criticism very well and a lovely discussion ensued, with the end result being my ultimate meltdown.
As a general rule, I pride myself in the fact that I can roll with the punches. I mean, seriously, if God has gotten me through the trials and tribulations of my childhood and my monumental mistakes of early adulthood, then I know I can rely on Him no matter what. Normally, I am unflustered in emergencies, unflappable while in a crisis, unshakable during an earthquake (I think I would be, anyhow). You get the idea. What was different on this day? I thought about it that night as I tried not to be ashamed of my behavior and guilty for letting down my family and cancelling on my company. I suppose everyone has their breaking point, but I honestly realized that I had not talked to Jesus that day. He was on the back burner. I had more pressing things to do. Well DUH-HUH...as John-Boy and Billy would say! If I have learned anything at all in my (almost 40) years, I have learned that He is my source of strength, joy, peace and...well...everything else. He is my all. Without Him, I would have and be nothing. So, the lesson here is PUT HIM FIRST. In all things, at all times. There is no excuse for not reading His word, talking to Him about your day, your doubts, for following your own desires instead of His commandments. Note to self: when in trouble, pray double.