Long about 60 days, I could have sucker punched a kitten. (Metaphorically, of course.) It gets better.
Here's the thing about PAWS...it's not continuous for that long, at least it hasn't been for me. At day 398, I still have intensely cranky days, particularly because short of being pregnant with quadruplets, there isn't a single one of life's major stressors I don't have going on right now.
But someone here said something that has been really helpful to me, I wish I could remember who: "I've found that the difference between a bad day and a good day is generally about two days."
Point is, the longer you're sober, the more resilient you are to stupid days, people, and events.
Hang in there.