I cuss more than I should. Way more. Like enough that my mom would probably still want to ground me and I'm almost 40. But sometimes it's just what you need. It's like a glass of ice tea on a hot day or a foot rub from your husband. It makes everything better and, if you can admit it, it just feels good to let lose with a litany of salty curses.
Now, I endeavor to curtail this part of my vocabulary around my kids for obvious reasons. I try. Really hard. But I don't always succeed so my kids have heard my colorful adjectives. I'm upfront with them about the fact that I'm a severely flawed individual and they should not follow my lead. Will they turn out ok? I have no idea. I grew up in a household where you weren't even allowed to say butt and look where that got me. Maybe they'll rebel against me and be straight laced and proper...that would probably be great!
Out of respect for my parents I do keep my language to a minimum at family events. And if you knew my family, you would know how fucking monumental that is. (See, I just used it and lightening didn't strike me, or you, down.) There are several family members that I would love to let lose on but, no, I keep my mouth shut. Meanwhile, my brain is in meltdown from all the held-in verbal smack downs running through it. There may come a day when I loose control of the thin filter that has managed to grow between my mind and my mouth. And when that comes, it will be the most freeing day of my life. Sure, I won't ever be invited back for Christmas dinner. Or Easter. Or, well...any other forced family occasion. Hhhmmm....perhaps I'm onto something there.
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