I was out to dinner one night with my two kids, the hubby, my good friend and her two boys. We're in the middle of our chips and salsa, enjoying conversation and sharing stories about what has been going on since the last time we saw each other. In the middle of me telling her about a shitty day I'd had the prior week, her youngest son (6 years old) says "Mom, she said the 'F' word." She turns to him and says "I know she did. That is a grown up bad word and you are not aloud to use it. You know how there are video games that are graphic and you can't play with them and if you do, only in short spurts? Well, Aunt Vicki is kinda like that." My mouth fell open. Her son seemed to except this, no questions asked. I turn to her, this woman I've known since the first day of junior high, and I'm almost speechless....almost. "Ummm...excuse me but...did you just compare hanging out with me to playing...grand theft auto?" Her response was: "No, no...you're more like...Halo." The dinner continued on without incident. I'd thought about what she said for a few days. I couldn't possibly swear THAT much. I'd notice if I did. So, a few days later, I'm sitting on the couch feeding my 4 month old daughter and I hear the distinct sound of an empty Mt Dew bottle being banged against everything in my kitchen. So I call out "Matti, Stop beating that on everything and throw it away." Silence....for about five seconds. Again "Matti, Stop banging that on things and throw it away!" ...silence...followed by more banging. "Matthew! Quit fucking around in there and throw it away, dammit!" It stops. My 3 year old son comes around the corner, looks me dead in the eye and says "Mommy, I'm NOT fuckin' around. I'm playin'!" *face palm* Maybe my friend had a point about my language. Maybe I could stand to clean my mouth up a bit. But "Golly gee!" or "My goodness" just doesn't have the same ring to it when I get pissed off. So...here I am. Swearing like a sailor (sometimes more days than others) and to be perfectly honest, I'm not even ashamed of it. More people should let out the frustration with a big giant "F" bomb sometimes. They'd probably feel better and less likely to get offended by whatever shit pops out of my mouth next.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
I have a mouth like a sailor...and I'm ok with it
I was out to dinner one night with my two kids, the hubby, my good friend and her two boys. We're in the middle of our chips and salsa, enjoying conversation and sharing stories about what has been going on since the last time we saw each other. In the middle of me telling her about a shitty day I'd had the prior week, her youngest son (6 years old) says "Mom, she said the 'F' word." She turns to him and says "I know she did. That is a grown up bad word and you are not aloud to use it. You know how there are video games that are graphic and you can't play with them and if you do, only in short spurts? Well, Aunt Vicki is kinda like that." My mouth fell open. Her son seemed to except this, no questions asked. I turn to her, this woman I've known since the first day of junior high, and I'm almost speechless....almost. "Ummm...excuse me but...did you just compare hanging out with me to playing...grand theft auto?" Her response was: "No, no...you're more like...Halo." The dinner continued on without incident. I'd thought about what she said for a few days. I couldn't possibly swear THAT much. I'd notice if I did. So, a few days later, I'm sitting on the couch feeding my 4 month old daughter and I hear the distinct sound of an empty Mt Dew bottle being banged against everything in my kitchen. So I call out "Matti, Stop beating that on everything and throw it away." Silence....for about five seconds. Again "Matti, Stop banging that on things and throw it away!" ...silence...followed by more banging. "Matthew! Quit fucking around in there and throw it away, dammit!" It stops. My 3 year old son comes around the corner, looks me dead in the eye and says "Mommy, I'm NOT fuckin' around. I'm playin'!" *face palm* Maybe my friend had a point about my language. Maybe I could stand to clean my mouth up a bit. But "Golly gee!" or "My goodness" just doesn't have the same ring to it when I get pissed off. So...here I am. Swearing like a sailor (sometimes more days than others) and to be perfectly honest, I'm not even ashamed of it. More people should let out the frustration with a big giant "F" bomb sometimes. They'd probably feel better and less likely to get offended by whatever shit pops out of my mouth next.
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