“Oh shit!” I exclaim, as I realise in my hurry out the door that I have forgotten to pack my daughter’s lunchbox in her school bag.
It is probably one of my most commonly used phrases when in a panicked state, along with a range of other expletives that fly out of my mouth when I am hurrying, have hurt myself, experienced some sort of shock or sometimes because I am just so damn excited. For a while I felt like a horrible parent for being a mum that drops these words regularly but now I just say, “who bloody hell cares?”
When I was pregnant with my first child I used to remark, “I’m going to have to work on my swearing before she’s born or her first word will be something it shouldn’t”. And I did try, I really did. But like any long formed habit, it was well and truly ingrained in my psyche and unless I went to some sort of swearing rehab, I just didn’t think this habit was going away anytime fast.
So instead of being hard on myself about it, I embraced it. It was a part of me, the way I communicate and the person I am. But a few disclaimers I’d like to put forward before judgement is passed upon me.