What happened, Mommy?
I was totally exasperated. “The f*#king cat threw up on my clean sheets,” I said… and then I gasped and threw my hand over my mouth.
It wasn’t just that I accidentally swore in front of my kids, it was that I dropped the F bomb in such a casual manner. It wasn’t even necessary. It was likeI said “Oh, could you please hand me my fucking purse?” or “How about them fucking Resdkins?” Well, no, not exactly, the Redskins usually call for that sort of coarse language, but you know what I mean.
I know that I have a potty mouth. I enjoy cursing as much as your average construction worker, I just try to minimize it around the children. My kids do, however, know to expect this in any driving situation and they revel in it.
Yesterday while trying to get from my house to Baltimore during DC rush hour–a 49 mile drive that took 2 1/2 hours starting at 3:00 in the afternoon–I believe I called a fellow traveler a “dick hole” which cause my son to bring up my previous transgression.
“Hey Mom,” he said “remember yesterday when you said the F-U-C-K word?”
“Yes, I do, buddy. I am sorry about that. It was totally uncalled for.”
“Mom, it brought joy to my heart.”
So, I guess, take that, society. My mouth might be socially unacceptable, but it makes my children happy and in the long run, what more could a mother want for her children.
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