I hate that question, now that it's September: "How was your summer?" (Usually said politely, brightly...)
The real answer is "awful, stressful, ghastly, wretched: my wife and I got into a dozen fights each one of which threatened to end in a hellish divorce." Answer always given: "It was okay, but gosh, I'm surprised it's really over...how 'bout this crazy weather blah blah."
After the kids went back to school and it got busy for my wife she's calmed down at home a lot--neither picking fights with me nor making younger daughter's like hell. It's as if some switch turned back on and she now has some patience again instead of just-out-of-sight rage that bubbles up at every reversal.
It's puzzling.
So right now it's going well but I have a lot of fear that the craziness of summer will return.