In a fit of pique...

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What is your most irrational moment? Or are you cool and collected?

I have just came home from work and shopping and DC were doing nothing. I have bad period pains and a backache and DD16 had left school her school shoes slap bang in the middle of the kitchen floor. They are black and the floor is black and I had shopping bags and tripped on them

I threw them into the middle of the lawn in my fit of pique

It is not that I am OCD tidy but middle of the kitchen floor?!

I did pick them up so she never knew

I was cross with the kitchen bin and kicked it hard enough to crack it. It was meant to go out through the open back door but rebounded and cut my foot open.*

Fucking bastard thing.

I threw a whole tray of yeast fruit buns out the back door once. I left them for five bloody minutes, after all that rising and other arsing about, and they burned so shiny and black they looked like I'd polished them with shoe polish. Shitbags.

I smashed in the lid of our kitchen bin with my fist because it never opened and closed properly

I kicked mine because it wouldn't open reliably and it dented in a way that from then on it did open.

Threw the Christmas tree in the road

When I was little I fell off my bike, my dad was so angry at the bike that he launched it down the garden and gave it a good kicking

My cousin's three boys were constantly leaving their shoes and trainers all over the place. Requests to move them were always met with the usual, "Mmm... in a minute..." etc.

One day she got so fed up with all the shoes everywhere, she flipped and shouted, "Right I've had enough of this!" opened the back door and started throwing all the shoes, trainers and a two brand new pairs of football boots outside. The madder she got, the further the shoes went, and some even went over the garden wall. The boys watched in stunned amazement.

Nobody fetched the shoes in, and that night it snowed. The next day none of the boys could find their shoes, and when they did find them, they were all wet!

It did cure them though. After that, the minute their mum complained about shoes being left lying around, they rushed to put them way.

And apparently the children still talk about the day "Mum went mental"!

I once jumped up and down on DS’s XBox controller Rumplestiltskin-style because I was angry with him. I actually imagined myself as Rumplestiltskin as I did it.

I used to hurl abandoned shoes as well. These days I create 'art installations' round them. A little ring of cones and a sign with the name of the offender and the date. They get cleared away quite quickly.

My friends boys kept talking and laughing and messing around when they should have been asleep.
Each time she went in to them, she could hear them smirking and laughing as she left the room.

Eventually she told them that since they were so wide awake, they should go and play out.
She hauled them both out of their beds and put them out the front door, wearing just their pants.

Once threw DD1's expensive Jeans in the outside bin along with a whole lot of other clothes she left lying about... i did warn her l was going to do it if she didn't tidy her mess.
DH put the bin out for rubbish collection the next day...... well she learned that lesson well ( as did l)

I chucked a Henry hoover into the garden once. It had toppled over one too many times.

Still worked afterwards, those things are indestructible.

I broke a toe because I couldn’t see the boots underneath the shirt that was dumped on the floor. I told DD that when the nurse in A&E asked what had happened I said- teenagers

YANBU OP

I once threw my DS’s iPad in a sink full of water.

I came on here to get advice and got my arse absolutely handed to me.

I still think he deserved it.

cigarsofthepharoahs

My former neighbours were in the habit of regularly and loudly slamming every single door in their paper thin-walled Victorian terraced house, which used to drive me round the bend. I swear, they were going for feckin’ gold in the Door Slamming Olympics! After one particularly trying Sunday afternoon, I had a polite word, which only resulted in firm denials of any door slamming and muttered insults from them. Needless to say, that evening, the noise nuisance increased tenfold. Completely at the end of my tether, I screamed, “Stop slamming the fucking door, you fucking fuckwits!” and punched the party wall so hard, my hand immediately swelled up and felt like it was broken. Cue visit to A&E at 20:00 where - after an extremely long wait to see a doctor - I was informed that my hand was badly sprained, given a support bandage and a couple of painkillers and sent on my very knackered way at 06:45 the following morning ...

I once jumped up and down on DS’s XBox controller Rumplestiltskin-style because I was angry with him. I actually imagined myself as Rumplestiltskin as I did it.

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After being out-smarted by the photocopier at work (again) and much muttering and cursing, I lost my temper and kicked it. Shoe toe got caught in the handle of the paper tray and i lurched backwards only saved from landing on my behind by crashing into the wall behind me.

There is still a scuff mark and a piece of plastic missing so much to my satisfaction it came of worse than me....

I had a watch with reset buttons that would
just not work. I’d somehow managed to set an alarm on it and I tried every fucking button to turn the thing off. One day I was having an utterly rotten day - I’d just lost my job, I was feeling depressed and in need of a bit of a cry - and the bloody alarm starts going off. I headed for the hammer. I’d calmed down slightly by the time I’d found it, but I felt by that time that I’d committed to it, so I smashed it to smithereens. Childish, but cathartic.

I give all sorts of things to the dog to destroy.

Dirty socks left on coffee tables (WTAF?!), sodding car magazines piled all over the worksurfaces, VS PINK paper bags - he loves them all.

He loves this game. He’s a good boy, always waits to be given the treat by stressy mum, never assumes he can have them 👍

After a long and likely stressful camping holiday our caravan got a flat tyre and in the process of changing it I think my sister and I were probably being incredibly irritating (we were only about 7 and 9) so my dad launched the wheel across the site The best part was we all stood in silence as it rolled down a massive hill and he had to walk all the way down to retrieve it.
That story comes up probably twice a year in our family!

Rosieposie

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I once in exasperation covered the toilet seat in water, told my youngest to sit on the seat in his undercrackers while I again explained why people who stand up to pee lift the twatting seat up

He got a lot better quickly and if he gets lazy again I remind him of the water on the seat and he behaves.

I once in exasperation covered the toilet seat in water, told my youngest to sit on the seat in his undercrackers while I again explained why people who stand up to pee lift the twatting seat up

He got a lot better quickly and if he gets lazy again I remind him of the water on the seat and he behaves.

I threw a large wooden plate at DS1's head once

Luckily it missed , but hit the wall and broke and for ages I only had 5 (family of 6) which was annoying .

He was 15 at the time and TOTALLY deserved it (he was unbelievably vile as a teenager..he's nice now and says he's not sure how we survived him!)

I threw some dried pasta at my then boyfriend. He went for a smoke and I hid in a cupboard. I wanted to strop. Then he couldn’t find me, and walked around calling me. I mean he probably did not expect me to go sit in a cupboard. I regretted my choices and ended up saying in a small voice ‘I’m in here’.