Came home to find Sadie had gotten into the garbage to find cat food cans and lick them clean, leaving the cans strewn. She got a stern lecture, and now she's hiding from me. Rode the bike, only to watch commercial after commercial for the McRib, which is making my mouth water, and the rage builds. I decide to put some spaghetti in the microwave, only to find that Micha has peed on the microwave yet again. I grab him and haul him up to the microwave and douse him repeatedly with water-- he's pissed off, and is now hiding in the basement.
I am angry. I want to break things. I want to yell and scream, get a bulldozer and smash the house to bits.
I don't understand where this comes from. It tastes like frustration, but it's in an entirely new category of anger.
enraged