to have thrown a bottle of ketchup all over the kitchen

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at 6am this morning in rage because OH was giving me the silent treatment because I didnt take the bin out yesterday!

And now I have to clear the whole lot up. It doesnt look pretty!

gosh, what a start to the day!

I wouldn't have the energy to throw anything at 6am...

think you have serious ishoooooos. YABVVU

Yabu. Is this pretty normal?

YABVU, you both need to get a grip!

No its not normal. Just at the end of my tether!

lol Riven......it is shame he wasnt in the kitchen actually!

IIf he's never sulked before then you were both being stupid, obviously got out of bed the wrong side and need your heads banging together but if it is a pattern of behaviour your husband has of sulking or otherwise passively aggressively 'punishing' you for whatever 'crime' you have committed then I can understand why you snapped.

However, the only person who has suffered for your outburst is you. you now have to clean it up and your husband has another thing to 'punish' you for.

Address the issue. (hint - it's not the bins.)

You were given the silent treatment because you did not get the bin out yesterday?

I must remember to appreciate DH's laidback attitude more.

I feel for you as you wil probably find ketchup arround your kitchen for days. I once dropped a bowl of pankake batter (DD4 had hurt herself, I tried to put the bowl back on the working surface to get to her and actually missed it!) The places I found "left overs" of it I would never have imagined before, even splattered behind the radiator and inside some drawers.

Belive me hecate, I dont blow my top very often and usually just take it on the chin. He goes in these moods quite frequently and I try and ignore them or try and make it up but today I just snapped!

you

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stamped on pudding !

I don't think I even know you...

nah. having a tantrum means the other person has won. I will never allow the other person to feel they won, have the moral highground or got to me.

lol Riven, thats is crazy but pretty funny!

I know but it was the first thing I could find Gorionine!

Had been up since 4am with LO so thats justifies it a little more. :)

why do you have to take it on the chin?

I promise to love, honour, obey and be your emotional punchbag is not my recollection of the contract.

Oh dear. I have a similar temper. Threw a wine glass at the wall in temper at DH once. (I emptied down my throat first!) My aunt once threw a deep fat fryer full of oil (cold!) at her then DH. She said the only thing that got her through the cleaning up was hearing him yell from the bathroom as he was having to use such hot water to wash it out of his hair.

ACtually I threw a wine glass another night too.

I am a lot calmer these days.

When the children were little and we were very hard up I made macoroni cheese once to often and was greeted with
" Macoroni cheese AGAIN? "

" Not at all" I said cheerfully , opened the back door and lobbed it down the garden.

Job done.

Ps. Children had already had their dinner and enjoyed it.

LOL glad I am not alone then. I use to be worse too when I was younger I guess but now I let it boil and bubble for a year or two and thats not good! I am my own worst enemy!

I remember my mum threw her food processor on the floor and broke it in front of me once because I was whining at her.

When me and my younger sister were little she threw a mirror at me (it just missed me and smashed against the wall behind me) because I wouldnt let her cut my hair. (we were playing hairdressers!

When we were moving house years ago my DH was annoying me as I seem to remember I was doing all the packing up while he was just commenting and so I threw a (hideous - may have been present from his Mother) vase at him. He ducked and it hit the wall and chipped it. Lucky we were leaving.

My Mum once threw her dinner at my Dad during a row but her aim was not so good and it hit me. Thankfully she was halfway through it and it had cooled down.

Making me chuckle, I remember one christmas in particular when my mum was completely stressed out, Dad was lying in bed being an unhelpful arse as usual, Granny was peeling the potatoes (and no doubt being a pain in the rump too) and my brother, siter and I were probably being whining, over excited brats full of the joys of xmas. Anway mum opened the patio doors and lobbed the christmas tree; lights, tinsel, the lot, into the garden. We were traumatised. Though it did shut us up and has since become the subject of much hilarity.

soory, striking out didnt work

LOL, that's brilliant!! Xmas always produces the most memorable rows!!

My nan's first husband was of the type that 'wanted his tea on the table' when he came home from work. He'd shouted at her a couple of times when it wasn't quite ready the second he walked through the door. One time he'd had another go at her and teh next night his tea was on the table. There just wasn't a plate under it.....

We lived in married quarters when my mother broke every piece of crockery during a major row with my dad. She just kept taking plates from the cupboard and dashing them to the floor. We were teenagers then and thought it was hilarious.

Dad had to go to the Quartermaster's stores and replace it all.

She very rarely lost her temper but ,oh boy, when she did !!!