Prompted by another thread.
I once smashed nearly every plate in the house because yet again MIL had told me she was coming to visit even though I had said no it wasn't convenient. I had this strange reasoning that if I smashed all the plates she couldn't come because she'd have nothing to eat off.
In my defence I had just had my second mc and although MIL didn't know, she had spouted off about how the daughter of one of her friends must be "infertile" because she had mc.
DH had to hold me down before I started on the cups. And bless him, he cleared up every last shard. He also told MIL not to come and we went away for the weekend (to somewhere with plates!)