We're there, my husband and I. Well, I guess I can't speak for him 100% but I can for me. Maybe you've been there before or are there now. When every little thing to accomplish feels like climbing a mountain. When an interaction with your difficult child makes you want to run from the house screaming "I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!" regardless of how minor it is. When even the small mishaps, accidents, or misbehaviors by the other children make you feel like your life couldn't get any worse. When the dog pacing after you makes you feel like you need to shoot the damn thing to get it to leave you alone. I'm there. And even though I know it won't make a bit of difference if this "state" has a name, identifying it might actually make me feel better. I'm not angry, I'm not resentful, I'm not sad, I just want a ****ing break from my life with this person and it's NEVER going to happen.