Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I have deemed that word appropriate

My dad and his siblings once lobbied to have the use of the word "crap"  allowed in their home.  They failed.  But it is allowed here, so I can tell you that today has been a crap day.  It has been crappy.  Craptastic.  Craptacular.  Full of crap. 

Crap-crap-crappity-crap-a-crap-crap.

It has been one of those days where a whole lot of small crappy incidents have combined, along with killer PMS, to make it a craparific day.  Which naturally means that I finished off the day eating peanut butter and honey on a toasted English muffin and sipping cocoa while wrapped in my pink bathrobe.  This is my one true solace.  Once that ritual was complete I wrote an angry letter to one of the offenders.  (Dear Fresh & Easy, You suck.  Sincerely, Rachel)  ("Suck" is also allowed here, even though I'm pretty certain it would not have been in my Dad's childhood home.)  And now I'm going to snuggle under my covers and pray for my headache to go away and for the Bluebird of Happiness to nest back in my soul.

I'm curious - what is your end-of-a-really-crap-day ritual?

8 comments:

Bronwyn James said...

Oh dear. I'm so sorry. My crap-day ritual is not yet set in stone. Ideally it involves chocolate and ice cream, together and separate. And an angry email that I never send. May today be drastically better! Or not and you decide to come stay with us for a few weeks in July. Either way.

Laura said...

Like Bronwyn, my crappy day ritual always involves chocolate. Lots of it. And it also usually carries over to the beginning, middle and end of the next day (or two or three), just to make sure.

Mindie said...

crying and early bedtime! especially while pregnant. those hormones really get me bawling. hope your week gets better. fresh and easy is not my favorite store :)

Andrea said...

I'm so sorry you had a crappy day. I hope you are feeling better. My end-of-a-really-crap-day ritual is to usual cry until my eyes are so swollen that I no longer look human. Then I stuff my face with ice cream which in the end makes me feel like crap. So my ritual usually continues into the next day with a little retail therapy.

Funny story about the crap word, we use it a lot in the Reeder family. My 8 year old niece had to write a story about her dog for school. Her first sentence was "My dog craps dog bombs in the back yard." My sister-in-law made her change it to "creates". I'm sure the teacher would have enjoyed a good laugh with the original sentence!

Heidi (Todd) Broberg said...

I have never used craparific...I like. Yeah it is TOTALLY allowed in our house...ha ha ha...

So I am dying to know what happened at Fresh & Easy though. We love it and Ned will be heartbroken if its severe. Sorry it added to your bad day.

I love to take a long warm bath (door locked) so no children intruders (if its a bad day) and take a magazine and read away.

Ms. Liz said...

I remember when mom announced that "bitching" was a perfectly acceptable use of a word we usually stayed away from and my brother immediately turned it one me. Le sigh.

My end of a crap day usually involves something resembling some Reese's Peanut Butter cups, a convo with my brother possibly, my favorite fluffy blanket (that you gave me as a housewarming present) and snuggling up in my reading chair for some Netflix indulging or shameless escapist reading.

Valerie said...

Seinfeld. Always Seinfeld (though, in a pinch, Newhart on Hulu will do). Unbutton pants (we're being honest here, right?), lay on couch, and probably order dinner for delivery. Unless I don't have cash (because there is NO WAY I'm walking over to the bank to get some), in which case I loot my laundry money and go to the bodega across the street for soda and potato chips, which I then eat for dinner.

I mean, this is all fluid, as terrible days are, but for the most part, totally spot on.

Angela Noelle of SK said...

1. In answer to your question - of late, a pack of Oreos has been - that's my end-of-day cure for a weepy/stinker day.

2. The word "crap" and I are old friends. I often think I shouldn't use it...but find I do. The day I knew I shouldn't (I still do anyway), was when I said it under my breath while teaching, and one of the students, looking horrified, covered his mouth and gasped, "You swore!" Should I not be the most conservative person in the room? Fail.