I don't remember as often as I should, but when I am truly grateful for this is when one of my dear ones does something to get my Irish up(or is it my Italian?) I say to my Jesus, through gritted teeth, "I offer this up for you, for the person who is bothering me now". Immediately, I feel relief, and the anger dissipates. I think this is because I am such a rank amateur, Jesus is still plying me with sweetness to keep me going.
I need you every moment, my Jesus!