"looming in his headlights..."

you know, i've recently posted about how awesome work is going, and honestly... every day for the past few weeks, I get off the train feeling like i've had a really amazing day. then not 10 minutes from the time i get home i have a splitting fucking headache, because invariably i'm faced with utter HYSTERIA, which is my least favorite thing in the whole fucking world. this child is flipping out because she forgot her workbook from school and that child is flipping out because the other child is screaming and he can't hear the tv and the wife is flipping out at the second child because she's trying to deal with the first child and the dog is running around stealing pizza from the kitchen table...

i really don't want to turn into one of Those Guys... the type who looks for reasons to stay late at work because going home is the thing that ruins his day, but... fuck...