Should you swear in front of the little people? Of course not. But we bet you’ve got nothing on this mum.
I am dropping the F-bomb like crazy and I’m a better mum for it.
Let me explain.
I banged my head on the car boot door recently and my kids were around, so I said “Mother flipper!” But it didn’t help. So I yelled “MOTHER-******!” really loudly and it helped.
It felt so good that when my shopping bag split and all the cherry tomatoes rolled into the gutter and my 18-month-old ran out onto the road while I was trying to pick them up, I screamed, “****************!’
It really made me feel better.
This may be wrong, and I am sure there will be potty-mouth-police judgement, but I have started swearing around my kids. And I can’t stop.
Gone are the days of “Sugar!” “Whoopsie!” and “Flippetty Jibbit!”
The S-bomb, F-bomb and even the occasional whispered C-bomb are back and I’ve never felt calmer or more in control. All these years of holding the words in and letting the tension build up until I scream “STUFF IT!” like a banshee and feel totally hysterical are gone.
I don’t actually swear at my kids, just around them, and it releases the steam in my head and I think I am a better mother for it.
I'm not saying you should get on board, but it feels good. Just be aware that it's a slippery slope. "BUGGER!" is a gateway word.
The other day I had a particularly hard day with the kids. You know the ones? The baby tipped a whole bag of Rice Bubbles on his head. My daughter had meltdown after meltdown about Barbie’s missing shoe, a broken muesli bar and all those other crippling problems that toddlers endure. It was a very long day, where time seems to limp along and wine o'clock seems so far away.