I need a sprinkling of happy dust, please!

Ugh. Today has been not so good. Yesterday I had such a wonderful happy day. I was happy in the Lord, happy with my baby, happy with my activities, happy with pretty much everything. Then my husband comes home all cranky and hardly says a word to me. I tried not to let it effect me, knowing that he had a hard day (week) at work, but little by little it started to sink in. Our drive to North Branch and back last night was the most depressing drive ever. Peter hardly spoke, and only spoke when spoken to. I just wanted to shake him and make him happy. I ended up crying last night right before going to bed. I hate being ignored. This morning, Simon woke up before the alarm went off (which was not a good sign) and 15 minutes later, my husband was out the door without giving me a kiss (a sure sign that things aren't right between us). I've been praying for him for so long, but it doesn't seem to be doing any good. I wish God would give him a boost in his faith...and would show Himself strong to him through these difficult times at work.