Sometimes I would like to think that I have Tourette’s Syndrome, because the things that come out of my mouth when I am tired or hungry or cranky are shocking, or would be, if my poor family were not already inured to the sound of the f-word exploding from my lips. If I felt I could control it and use it (not in front of the kids) to good effect, I wouldn’t really care, but it shames me that it is too-often on the tip of my tongue when totally uncalled for.
Still, my children get excited to cuddle in my bed in the morning, and Sally, who leaves early to ride her bike in the cold morning, eats the oatmeal I make and thanks me for her lunch. She goes out the front door and I open the garage as she comes back for her helmet. Her friend looks on as I approach. Sally slows, tips her cheek up for my kiss (had I telegraphed my intent?) and, after my lips brush her soft, smooth cheek, she smiles a bit and says, “Gross.”
In other news, Spot ran to tell me that Susan found her bunnies under the blanket on the queen-sized bed they now share. Spot had thought, so they tell me, that those odd under-blanket lumps were the Holy Ghost.
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ugh! me too on the f-word.
I knew I really really had to work on my mouth when I overheard Tanner tell his nana that he had to get off the phone to pick up the “crap in his freaking room”
and i was just thankful he used a g rated verssion of what i had said.
thank you for sharing this shanon…i often find myself reading other mom blogs and thinking how much better or sweeter or perfect they sound than i feel
steff
Seriously thought I was the only “mormon mommy” with the mouth of a sailor. SO glad to hear I am not. Man I wish it were easier to keep those things under lock and key…