Tired, with a capital "T"

Tonight was supposed to be easy.  I was supposed to clean out the garage a bit, clean the house, put away laundry, spend some quality time with the girls and hang out with Mike when he got home from work.  Bedtime was going to be super easy with Camden overnight at Gampa Gampas.  Ella and I read, she had a bath, and I tucked her in.  I cleaned the kitchen and gathered the laundry. I attempted to put Harmony to bed.  She was having nothing to do with it.  I bathed, changed, fed, burped, rocked, re-fed, re-burped and still she screamed.  I swaddled, sang, jiggled and wiggled her and all to no avail.  I gave her some Tylenol, I pleaded and begged.  We tried the swing, the crib, bouncer and my bed.  I unswaddled and re swaddled. I fed, burped and changed and re swaddled.  I put her back in the crib with her mobile on and yet she still screamed.  At this point I was exhausted and frustrated. I had completed nothing off my task list....I begged and cried a little. We walked, bounced and tried the range hood.  Finally, after two hours of this or more she finally passed out in my bed completely exhausted.  I don't know what was wrong but I do know her and Camden either conspired against me or it was my own fault for saying to Mike tonight will be Easy Peasy with just the girls.  My back is killing me.  My hair is a sight to be seen.  My clothes are dirty and I smell of sweat and desperation.  The garage is still messy and the floor was never vacuumed, swept or mopped.  The laundry is still piled up and I am OK with this.  At 11pm I have decided to take the rest of the night off and fall into my bed probably in the same dirty clothes I have been wearing all day because frankly the thought of changing is more than I can handle and besides what's that I hear? Oh, its a screaming baby who has slept 20 minutes. *sigh*