I said bullshit in front of the boy yesterday.
I guess I should state for the record that I curse. Fluently and fluidly. I use the F word, the S word and any other Letter word*. I enjoy cursing.
It relieves me.
But, I don’t curse in front of my kids.
Not until yesterday.
When I was complaining about my morning and the fact that my husband’s new work schedule makes MY schedule tough as hell.
I said bullshit.
And I meant it. And I didn’t regret it. And I didn’t explain or take it back or apologize.
I still won’t.
Because when something is bullshit, no other word will do.
And while I hope he does not wander into daycare and call the events of his day bullshit at every turn, I think I would be okay with it.
Because he’s 3. And I am 36. And I am allowed to act like it once in a while.
Even in front of him.
*( I won’t say the “c” word- hate that word, can’t even write it.)
This is a photo taken from space of the roof of a school in England.
The word displayed is “cock”
It has nothing to do with this story, but it’s funny.