Yesterday the Fella & I were rough housing with the kiddos & he fudged up calling The Young One a pussy rather than wussy or baby or whatever ya know. All in good fun, teasing & provoking the chaos and all. Immediately I was pissed & had a WTeffingF look on my face and then the Young'n repeats it!!! Ahhhh!
We spank. Not often but certain things warrant a spanking & the rules are very clear on this. They say certain words & it's a spanking & apology. So I told this kid next time his dad misspoke, he got to spank him. Which turned into both kids spanking the Fella. Which wasn't but a few minutes later, due to the afore mentioned chaos & rough housing. Kids don't hold back!
My point here IS I can't even song along to my favie songs these days due to the language. Well I mean, I'm the grown up, I can do and say what I please but I'm more of a... I expect something from them so I try to give them the same respect. Key word being "try." These kids do not talk about their nuts anymore, or balls, or complain that something sucks. They say please and thank you. They don't talk about farts at dinner. Nor do they fart at dinner, usually. They say toot rather than fart. All of this means one thing to me: I can no longer say all the potty words I so ridiculously love! And dammit it sucks!!!! Sometimes shit sucks & bygolly I wanna say it sucks! But here I am trying to lead by example. Sigh. Parenting is hard. Well, mostly just the no potty word stuff. The other stuff I've totally got in the bag. But dammit I miss the fuck word.
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