Fudge and Fruit-Loops

I really try and watch my language as a parent. I know that my kids will learn swear words in fact Hayden went through a phase around the age of two where he dropped the F-bomb on a regular basis for about a week.

Not because Jeff and I let that word fly but because one afternoon, during what I thought was nap time, Jeff and I decided to watch the unrated version of 'The Forty Year Old Virgin'. Unbeknownst to us, he snuck half way down the stairs and watched some of the movie with us. We did not notice him until a little voice let "F*ck" rip from behind us.

We snickered but for the most part just ignored it and he stopped because we didn't react to it. We did, however, stay home for that week.

So, I am careful with what I say and yes, ever now and again one word or another sneaks out. I am not perfect and I think its safe to say that we all have done this.

But there are just sometimes during that day that you just need a cuss word to say in anger to release the stress. I have a couple that work really, really well for me. Let me demonstrate.

I was baking cupcakes and I am filling the cupcake tins with the little paper cups when, FUDGE, I run out of those little papers.

What to do? What to do? Leave the kids by themselves and run to the store? No. Take the kids, leave them in the car while I run in the store for those little paper cups. Yes.

I rally everyone for a fun, impromptu to car ride, when, FRUIT-LOOPS, I remember that there is not a fourth car seat in the van. It is sitting next to the van drying out from its washing because someone decided to puke it.

So I find the car seat that Jeff left and struggle with it to get it into the car. I get the kids in their seats when, FUDGE, I realize that the 'new' car seat is much to loose to securely hold Quinn because usually it holds Hayden. I then realize that I should have fixed this before I got it strapped into the car and Quinn tied in.

FRUIT-LOOPS. To late now, I will just make sure that I don't get in a car accident which would send Quinn flying through the car to his death. I make a promise with myself that there will be no car accidents and we go.

We get to the store. I tell kids to sit still and not to go any where as I lock the doors and walk/run into the store. I get my cup cake holders and I spy a fast lane with one person in it. Yes, this person has under ten items but he has a coupon for each item and he is writing a check. FRUIT-LOOPS!!

I finally pay for the items and walk/run back to the car, praying that the kids are still there. I find them safe and sound and quickly drive home. Did I mention that I was doing all this with a time limit of 20 minutes.

You see, I left the oven on because it was preheating for the cupcakes and I was pressed for time because the kids were hungry, needed lunch so that they could go down for a much needed nap.

I pulled out of the store, squealing my tires as I go. I did not mean to of course, the pavement was wet. I continue my drive home, quickly. Then when as I get over the hill, I see a cop.

FUDGE!
FRUIT-LOOPS!
F*CK!

Sometimes, it just comes out. See, I have been pulled over twice in the past 6 weeks. Each time I have gotten a warning so this time, this time, I knew that I was due. Big ticket, here I come. But thankfully, the cop stayed still. Whew!

And me, I held my breath and listened.

No repeats of my cussing from the back seat. I guess the fact that Hayden was playing his Leapster, Claire was crying and Jake and Quinn were annoying each other helped my cause. Safe for now.

But I am aspire to clean up my mouth because I don't need three little toddlers running around cussing. I can't handle staying home until their language cleans up.

This post was inspired by the prompts at Writer's Workshop.
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