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.
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?