If I am even slightly tired, I am a bear, and prone to crying for little to no reason. When that happens DS (2.5) pats me gently and says "I know I know" or asks "It's OK?"

Last week I was being a bear, and totally flipped out on a department store worker for first blocking the aisle with a movable clothes rack, and then after I pushed past the rack, she almost ran over DS with it. I stomped my foot down on the rack, stopping it from rolling near DS and she asked what
my problem was.

: I tore into her (loudly, but just barely not obscenely loud) for being rude and almost rolling over DS. I think she was on drugs or something... her eyes were glazed over the whole time. Lots of people were shopping nearby and watched me flip out. I felt like this inside and didn't care

When I was pg with DS I flipped out (very obscenely) on a large family that cut in front of me in the ice cream line. What person in their right mind would get between a hugely pregnant woman in hot weather (it was July!) and her ice cream???!!!
Poor DH. When I am like this

, he is like this

: but he is understanding anyhow.