What? You lost your patience with a child? In the morning? Really? And then with your AH? Wow. That has
never happened to me.
Except maybe 400 times...
I have a dear, dear friend that I chat with over the interwebs almost every day. When I tell her stories like yours, an hour may go by, and then my phone dings. And when I pick it up, there's a message from her and it says: "go to a meeting"...
I think what you experienced is that special kind of crazy we end up with when we're trying so hard for so long to keep things together. If we had more time, we'd sit down and cry, but then the mascara would run and that would make us even later so we yell instead.
Go to a meeting.
Is my advice, too.