Friday, September 2

Swearing 101

Today the topic of conversation right before dinner time was about the word shit. 

I normally refrain from swearing on my blog, but today you need to understand why we were talking about this word. 

A few days ago I was driving all my kids, and our neighbors son to go get school supplies (remember, it was the worst day I've have in months)... well, on my way to the city I had to pass through a complicated construction zone where they had part of the road blocked off. There were pylons directing traffic but I clearly was not paying close enough attention and started driving down the wrong way. I was fast approaching oncoming traffic and almost hit a car. 
At that moment I might possibly have yelled SHIT! Possibly. No guarantees, but there is a pretty decent probability that that word might have come out of my mouth.

All of my children (and the neighbors boy) were silent. They have never heard me swear. (They actually have they were just to young to remember). After a few moments of awkward silence Ethan says to me "why did you say that?"
I respond, "I'm really sorry, I was upset."  I further explained it's not a good reason to swear because you are upset, but in the interest of time and line space on my blog, just trust I wisely parented him in refraining from saying bad words and assured him he'll go straight to Hell if he ever says any of those bad words.

I say, "It's a silly word anyway, not really bad. It just means poo. Angry poo, really really angry poo."

The truck erupts with laughter. Seth is laughing so hard he is snorting. 
ANGRY POO! Why would someone yell ANGRY POO?!

I am giggling now too, "ya, I don't really know why buddy, we just do. People are silly."

So tonight something happened and the children all started yelling, ANGRY POO. The actual swear word is forgotten all I hear is ANGRY POO amongst the snorting and giggles now. 

I absolutely love my kids!

Today:

I am grateful for the beginning of the countdown to my trip.  47 days!  


And actually, 27 more days until my birthday.  ** Ahem... ahem... ahem ** 27 more days until my birthday.  

I am grateful for how excited I am for my clients to have their baby soon.  I'm really looking forward to being part of another birth.

I am also grateful that there is only 1 day left until I'm back at the radio station.

J