Break, Please?

So... Stephen had to work on Saturday, he went to church without us because he was going to a concert in Grand Rapids, and it'd be too much gas $ having 4 trips back and forth, so Lillian and I stayed home. I haven't had a "Break" (In other words... more than 10 minutes at a time..) to clean the apartment/have a few moments to myself.  Then this past Wednesday, Stephen's writers group went over, Lillian and I were stuck at the gym (Literally...) so we got a ride home with my co worker. I don't have the key to get in the house, so my landlord lets me in. Stephen gets home at 1PM (was supposed to pick us up at 11:30AM....) and not so much as a "sorry" what he said was "it ran over a bit. How'd you get home? How'd you get in?" no sorry, sorry to make you worry.. sorry Lillian hasn't eaten in 5 hours... ETC. So I was angry. Lillian wouldn't nap, kept taking off her diapers, peed in her crib, had urine all over her.. it was HORRIBLE. This morning (Monday..) I had personal training at the gym (youch!!!! She kicked my butt! But I survived!!!), I come home at 11Am, and Stephen is sound asleep as Lillian chatters away in her crib. She gets up at 830AM at the latest anymore..So I was all tensed up. Then my boss calls and asks me to work tonight. I want to work more in the gym instead of daycare anyways, so I say sure. but MAN... I feel like I'm "go go go!!" and sometimes I can't pick up his slack. He is working 50-60 hours a week, I understand he is overwhelmed. I understand he's tired. However, it's his choice to stay up until 4AM playing video games. I'm up every morning at 615 to get to the gym, work out, and then work. And then I have Lillian and house work all day. I'm tired too... I wish I had a friend who lived close that could play with Lillian and let me either take a breather, or do work. Or even just to come over and chat, take my mind off of things..
So that's my rant for the day. I'm so tired! Going to get off of here and snooze!