What the fuck? This post has been stuck in EDIT mode for four fucking days?
I curse. A lot.
In anger. For emphasis. Cause it’s easy.
I always have. I chalk it up to my father’s influence. He swore from the minute he opened his eyes each morning. Into the shower. While looking for a clean shirt. While ironing a semi-clean shirt. While spilling coffee down a now-quite-dirty shirt. Fuck. Shit. Damn. Fuck (again).
So I was a teenager. Once. A fun-loving, “mood-enhancing,” love-making teenager. Swearing. Cursing. Acting my age. But now I’m 30. Past 30. And I have three kids for fuck’s sake. And you’d think I would stop. Or slow down. And I suppose, in retrospect, I did. Once. Er, for a while. When there was one kid. And even when there were two. They were 4.5 years apart. Life was pretty manageable. There were, you know, normal reasons for letting the curse lord take over:
- Burn my hand on the stove? FUCK
- Trip on the fire truck at 5 minutes past bedtime (for the third night in a row). Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!
- Leave the kids in the car for the fourth time as I run inside to grab the keys, no my wallet, no wait my PHONE, no wait, I left the dog OUTside! GOD DAMMIT!
But now there are three.
And I don’t particularly need a reason.
Because there are three. And two of those three are in diapers. Pooping on me. Scratching at each other. Wrestling with the biggest kid for fun until they GET hurt like I SAID THEY WOULD. And I’m exhausted. No matter how much sleep I get. How early I close my eyes at night. How late I sleep in the morning. I am exhausted. God, I’m fucking tired. And, um, sorry kids. Sorry Mommy swears so much.
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My husband and I started a game where we each get one point every time the other person swears so as to reduce the amount of filth entering our son’s brain. When one of us has 20 points, the other gets to blow an obscene amount of money on something the other person would likely never approve of. I have four points. My husband has sixteen. Dammit.
I absolutely fucking LOVE the idea! And since BOTH Dan and I seem to have this problem, I think we’ll start playing.
Is it bad that we seem to curse MORE in FRONT of the children. I swear they bring out the fucking worst in me sometimes!
:) Cheers!
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FUCK. You out-ed me. Totally fucking guilty of this.
Shit. I’m so fucking sorry! But at least we can deal with the god damn guilt together.
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I figured I might have a problem when my Marine husband told me I swear WORSE than a sailor. I just look at him and tell him that the day I don’t have to smell some one else’s urine or wipe someone else’s butt is the day I’ll be able to concentrate and clean up my language. Until then…