I recently have come to realize I might have to give up something that I have really been holding out on.
“We have to talk about your cursing.” My husband greeted me with this after he spent the day with the kids while I worked.
This is a long-time battle that I will of course lose, and should if I am a good mother, but don’t want to.
I just feel that I have already sacrificed so much since I first became pregnant 6 years ago. Like what you ask? Hmmm….let’s see. Of course there’s the obvious; my sanity, my career, my home and any piece of furniture or decorative item inside of it. Then there’s my figure, which was never modelesque, but at least I had a moderately flat stomach and breasts that didn’t shoot to the floor like a couple of tube socks with tennis balls in them. The list goes on; smoking, drinking, an entire closet of designer shoes that will never fit again because my feet grew one full size between both pregnancies, my youth, my skin minus stretch marks and wrinkles, etc., etc. If I want to say the occasional “motherfucker,” I think I’m entitled.
So apparently my older child was opening the car door and accidentally hit his 3 year old brother in the head with it. The three year old balled up his fists ready to explode with anger and said “You fucking…..” stopped himself abruptly and jumped in the car. Both kids were silent as the buckled into their seats.
“Sam, what did you just say?” my husband asked calmly.
“Nothing.” he answered with tears welling up and a quiver in his voice.
“Not nothing, what did you say?”
“I called the car a “fucking.” He replied shakily.
My husband, trying not to laugh, explained that it’s not appropriate to call things or people “fuckings.”
But isn’t it???? Isn’t it sometimes so appropriate? Sigh. Another sacrifice to add to the list.