Having a crappy Sunday

Okay, it's only 9:00 in the morning, and I want to go to bed. Not sure what's going on, but on a scale of 1 - 10, Dave's anger level is a solid 7. Every time I open my mouth, he jumps down my throat. I think this is as bad as I've seen it. Since the anger is all directed at me, Matt invited him to go grocery shopping with him so I could catch a break. I've been sitting here crying, and just decided to vent here. I hope nobody reads this, and if they do, I hope you don't care that I'm venting. The anger issue has surfaced from time to time, but never like this. I think I may go out and do a little Christmas shopping alone this afternoon. Matt's taking the kids to the mall to see Santa, and Dave can just have some alone time. He's absolutely not fit ifor human consumption. Gotta go....love you all!