It descended last night...I was demonic 
DP had the bloody brass neck to leave an apple core on the windowsill. I flipped. I scared him
to be fair I scared myself
I bandied about such phrases as:
"I'M NOTHING BUT A FECKING SKIVVY"
"THIS HOUSE IS A FECKING DISGRACE"
"YOU NEEDN'T THINK I'M PICKING UP AFTER YOU! I AM HAVING A BABY YOU KNOW!"
Today I am feeling sheepish
I shall be sweetness and light - at least until the next time.