I fell in the shower today. I slipped, ripped the shower curtain down, brought the rod crashing on my head. Husband found me on all fours, naked, soaped up and swearing like a longshoreman. I was furious, and hurt, and the only thing that could come out of my mouth was “Damn you m************ s*** a** shower curtain. F*** this …” and so on and so on. In a situation like that, a curse is in order. Now, if G or E or Goodtimes were over and within earshot, I would have gotten in trouble for swearing in front of little ears, or I would have stroked out trying not to swear out loud as I gingerly got up off my knees.
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Which brings me to another upside of barrenness… swearing – out loud, at someone, at something, out of frustration, out of anger, with glee, with excitement, or just be-f***ing-cause. I have a bit of a potty mouth, and although I try very hard to keep my sour tongue to myself around the kiddly-winks, sometimes something happens where a good goddamn will work better than any other word. I curb my colourful language around little ears, lest E’s first word rhyme with muck.
Crappy. Did that while I was pregnant with #1 and then fell down 2 stairs 2 months before she was due. Surprised the child didn't come out in pieces :) You're right, it's tough having a potty mouth with wee ears around, that have the perception of sonar equipment. #1 is the bad word police around here, "don't say hate", "stupid is not nice", "damn is a bad word". Fun times! Cheers to seeing the flip side of everything :)
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