Yeah, just had one. One in which I got home at 10:00, walked into a disaster of a house, and flipped.
I took the laundry and threw it all in the laundry room [very angrily].
I grabbed candy bags and wrappers that were on the couch from trick-or-treaters and threw it into the trash [also very angrily].
I flipped out and screamed at Mike for not having emptied the litter box two days ago when I asked him.
I started crying because I got home from work and went straight to the gym and running errands. I was about to fall over from being so tired and hungry.
I yelled at Mike about the house being a disaster, and how I'm just ready to be finished with being pregnant.
I locked myself in the bathroom and took a hot shower while I cried.
And after it all, Mike came in, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me. He may have also proceeded to tell me how lucky I am "to have a husband with such thick skin." [<--see b="b" re="re" we="we">real--see>
That, my friends, is why I revel in the imperfections of life and love - because I have that dude at my side. Not just for today or twenty years from now, but forever.