Yeah, gotta love those sudden, no reason, rages. I used to take mine out on pots and pans, doors, and my bipolar/schizophrenic sister. (In that last one, turn about was fair play.) In high school it was my locker. I permanently dented the thing from kicking it in frustration. School admin was not happy with me. I think they graduated me just so they wouldn't have to replace the entire bank of lockers....

I still get the irritability from my depression. When the kids sit there and make the same little noise over and over, it about sends me thru the roof. When I'm tired, I can't stand horseplay, no matter how much fun they are having, especially in the kitchen after dinner. I'm known as "Crabby Aunty" when it comes time to wash the dishes.

I wish I could prescribe myself a tranq just for after dinner dishes... (sigh)