The One Woman Show Gets Panned

So I have told you (yes, you) about how Christmas this year has been a one woman show (starring me) because Tim is beyond a basket case, right. So along with all the regular stuff I do (raising a husband and 2 kids) I get to shop for gifts, wrap said gifts, do Christmas (now they are New Year's) cards, bake, make the holiday magical for my children, etc. Now I have been doing this without complaint until yesterday.
So Wednesday night I told my tech support staff (Tim) that my email was not receiving anything. He took a look at it and installed some new Internet Explorer thing with all these weird tabs and declared there to be nothing wrong with it. Hey, fucker, a mother knows when there is something wrong. Don't you find it odd that the number of spam messages I get goes from approximately 100 per day to 0? You don't? How about that Charles never got the pictures I sent and I never got his email? Still working fine? Well you're wrong, pal.
He has all our stuff so strangely engineered that I just don't bother to figure out what is what. So when this problem persisted into yesterday I sent him a cute little email asking who I could contact at freeservers to get my business fixed. This prompted a nasty phone call from him telling me that I am crazy and that I am just not getting any email from anybody anywhere. Really? The guy who wants to sell me Viagria and Ciallis at dirt cheap prices begs to differ.
So he tells me I never listen and that he has explained that there is nothing that can be done and the way in which he does it (Tony, you know what I am talking about here) totally hits this nerve in me that unleashed all the crap I have been bottling up for the past month and I start to cry.
Not just Finding Nemo crying but full on Titanic (if you are a 13 year old girl), Hotel Rwanda crying. He gets all pissed that I am crying and we end our conversation. So I go about my day and see that he has fixed my email by a series of irritating test emails that he sent to everyone who has a mailbox in our domain (?).
He then had "plans" last night so he didn't get home until late.
Obviously we had a miscommunication, and when he asked me what I was pissed about that was what I told him, and he again lost his shit because I had been "stewing" on this all day rather than dealing with it as it happened (You know that had I said anythign to him while he was at work I would have gotten my head bitten off because he was at work, but he didn't like me pointing that out, so I won't). When he took a tone with me I had a fit, and immediately started the Yuletide fight we have every year at this time. I hate that all he can do is complain about Christmas when I am the one doing everything. He hates that we have to spend money on people like my friend Karen who babysits for us and gives me some much needed time during the day to do stuff that my kids don't want to do. I hate that he can't seem to figure out where exactly the dishwasher is, and that he is completely incapable of taking care of his children and makes no attempt to learn their schedules (that is an ongoing one but it seems exacerbated by the holiday nonsense that I also have to put up with so I just tucked that into his stocking). But this year he can't even deny that I have done everything. He doesn't even know what we got his mother for Christmas. He still tried (poorly) to defend himself, and when he knows he is wrong he just gets angrier, which is so irritating. He also smirks which I just can't look at anymore. I told him that he best buck up and start at least pretending to give a crap about all this, and say "Hey, thanks for doing that" at least once a day to me from now until the end of time.
He smirked, then scanned a picture that I have been asking him to do for about 2 weeks now. When we were in bed watching The Girls Next Door and I gave him some of my water after he ate half a jar of peanut butter he said "Hey, thanks for sharing".
Its a start.