Annabel Crabb has a word for the ‘panicky shoving-of-things in cupboards’ behavior that happens the moment the doorbell rings—when your friends, who were instructed to come over for dinner at seven-thirty, have actually, arrived at seven-thirty. And though you asked these nice people over, because you do, in fact, genuinely enjoy their company, you cannot help but curse them under your breath for being punctual friends.

This frenzied state is what Crabb calls “crydying”. It could include hissing at your kids to set the table with the good china, and fast. And, it might involve glaring at your spouse—an obvious telepathic message to plunge the still room-temp bottles of white wine into the freezer, pronto.