Surviving a 2 year old and a miserable marriage

I now have two children under the age of 5, and a spouse whom isn't as much of an a-hole as he used to be but in comparison to most decent christian men, he still ranks up there on the list of biggest a-hole in the world.  As I lay here next to my active 2 year old who seems to be bouncing of walls as I type, I ind myself completely from finding other ways to keep my mind occupied and off the fact that my husband is a dispicable human being.  This is how my day goes.  I offically rise at 6:00Am to yet again change diapers, start a warm bowl of oatmeal for a picky 2 year old that will fight me tooth and nail to eat a meal.  Warm up a bottle of formula, start scrabbling some eggs before my spouse gets home.  put water on the pot for coffee.  Run upstairs to feed the infant, run back down stair with baby to feed the 2year old.  Turn on Sid the Science Kid while trying to feed the 2 year old with one hand as fast as I can before her father walks in the door to undermine my efforts and tell her its ok not to eat her breakfast is she doesn't feel like it. Which means she won't want anything to eat until about 12 noon. Place scrambled eggs on the plate, some hawaiian bread on the plate, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee.  As my spouse walks in my excited daughter yells "Good morning daddy" and my efforts to get her to eat at that point has gone straight to hell.  As I now turn my attentions to my infant, I realize I have 2 frying pans, and dirty dishes to wash, and my now excited 2 year old has now spilled milk on the floor.  As I go lay my infant down so I can clean up the mess thats been made, I hear the commander and chief ( of this house) bark orders for the remote control, and an order of what he'd like prepared for dinner.  He then answers a phone call from his sister, or his baby mama it depends on which woman he feels needs to occupy his time, that he'd already spoken to on his way home, then after watching ESPN for about an hour he falls asleep snoring, and farting on the couch.  All the while, I'm trying to prevent the 2 year old from reeking havoc on my house, and on her infant sibling.  OK so after spending an hour washing dishes, cleaning the counter, sweeping the floor, and dusting the dirt from living room area, I realize the time is now 9:30.  I have the toddler watch her favorite show, which is seseme street.