A Bad Day

Today was my first solo session with Matty and he didn't make it easy for me.
For starters, he woke up at 4:30 instead of 6:30. I didn't get to sleep until well after midnight due to stressing about the day ahead.
Apart from the early start things went fairly smoothly with Matt. Things between the missus and myself were slightly strained though. It was her first proper day back at work today and I wasn't very sensitive to her situation.
I apologise here as well as verbally to Gina for the arse-head attitude this morning.
Matty then took on a Jekyll and Hyde attitude mood until it came to nap time. It was a real struggle to get him down. When he finally went down, I assumed he'd go for the hour and a half to two hours he kips for his mum. I sorted out all his bottles and Weetabix for when he wakes up and tried to get a few z's for myself.
I reckon I managed around 15 minutes of light sleep before he decided to awake. And boy did he awake! He awoke with a scream and carried that scream through until I could take no more.
I'm ashamed to say that I screamed back.
He laughed at me.
At the moment I hit rock bottom and screamed expletives at my baby boy, he laughed at me.
Then he started screaming again.
Fortuntely, my mum phoned at that moment. She heard the distress I was in and came straight to my rescue. Matty, of course, did his best to make me look a fool and was back to normal by the time mum arrived.
For the rest of today he's been great, I'm so glad/lucky we've got my mum.

Lastly, and most saddening, my 6 year old niece is leaving for Ireland tomorrow.
I don't know how to make my brother feel better.
I want him to know how much I love him and feel his pain.