Until I had children I didn’t think I had a temper. Any kind of temper. Pestilence, minor car collisions, my groceries put into someone else’s cart after I paid for them were met with an almost beatific composure. Having kids opened me up to a whole new side of myself. Buckling uncooperative passengers in car seats when it is 105 degrees and watching them unbuckle “just to get something” can unglue a saint. This is especially true when I’m already very late to go somewhere that is guaranteed to be equally unpleasant (e.g., dentist, doctor, town pool, grocery store).