oh cwap

It was bound to happen. "Crap" is the borderline-awful word that I say most (another truly awful poop-word I say less often, but should never say around him and do, to my own horror), and I had previously been amazed that A hadn't said it before. But today he made up for all that lost time by repeating it over and over and laughing, after I spilled something and said, "Oh crap." I immediately reacted, which is not what I should have done. I should have just ignored it like a nonsense word, but instead I blundered around with "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's not a nice thing to say, don't say that, say 'oh my' instead..." Meanwhile, A is chirping "Oh cwap, Oh cwap, Ohhhhhh cwaaaaap," putting the phrase through its paces.

This week has been a difficult one for me, since A is getting up earlier and earlier, D has had a stressful week at work, and I am very worried about some theological issues that affect my comfort level at the church we love very much. Last week, all was right with the world (except my eye twitching like mad), and this week gravity has reversed itself and I am waiting for the Queen of Hearts to start issuing edicts. Put it all together, and my defenses are not what they should be. My temper is set to permanent flare-up mode, so it's even harder to censor myself. Just picture Donald Duck after ants make off with his picnic lunch, add some discernable words, and there you have a little portrait of me in the worst part of the day.

Italians call Donald Duck "arrabiata"-duck (can't remember "duck" in Italian). Arrabiata means angry or spicy. Just thought you should know.

To add insult to injury, the bible studies I get emailed to me every day are on the book of Ephesians. Guess what passage was on tap yesterday? Eph. 5, where a verse says "nor should there be any obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking..." Oh...rats.