Thought one knew better, I knew one did NOT know better

I'm a mom who curses. SHHHHHHHH. Don't tell anyone. I know, it's just despicable of me. I'm here to say "crucify me, because I'm not changing."

Honestly, I use to be worse. I use to make truck drivers blush. Yeah, that's right. I'm a woman, a mother, and I like to curse. It's got nothing to do with how educated I am. I just like the way you can express yourself in short, and to the point, words.

Now, I'm less likely to say M*therF*cker, but rather Mother of Pearls. And that's about the only one that I've gotten better with.....sorry, I thought there were more I was curbing, but I'm told that's just false. More wishful thinking than reality. Eh, whatever.

NOW, you wonder, what about the kids? Well, I've never had a problem with them repeating things.......until recently.

Thought one knew better, I KNEW one did NOT know better.

Honestly, I knew Little Miss knew better than to repeat what I say......and she does. However, recently, she decided to use a not so good word as a spelling word during the learning of the "sh" digraph in first grade. Like any good parent, I chose to show her the word, and convince her it might not be the best idea to use "adult" words on your spelling test. And by "adult" words, I mean the ones mommy says when she's driving, or very upset......all those short, little words, that fly out of my mouth without me ever thinking. Let's keep those off the spelling tests, mmmkay?

Problem nipped in bud with Little Miss.

Well, not so easy with The Boy. On Friday, I was driving with him in the car to pick up his sister at school. We get to the entrance of her elementary school, and they let walkers out at a specific time. So I have to hustle to get The Boy picked up, and then Little Miss. I don't speed, because it is a school zone, however, when someone STOPS in the entrance to have a chat with a fellow parent and blocks the entrance to the parking lot, it pisses me off.

What happens when mommy gets pissed off at inconsiderate pricks? Well, let's just say I didn't say the normal F word I most love. Why? It's not because my son was in the car, but because his little friend was, as well. Somehow, my brain remembered that, but still, I pounded on the horn and screamed "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? HOW STUPID ARE YOU TWO?"

Can you guess what the two little boys in the back started repeating? Yup, Are You Freaking Kidding Me........a million and one times.

Total. Mommy. Friend. Fail.

Oh, but wait, I didn't say the real "F" word, and my fellow moms know if you ask me to be around your kid......unfortunately, they will EVENTUALLY hear the horrible four letter words flow out of my mouth, and into their little ears.

I've already apologized in advance, and will schedule all teacher conferences with said parents, to explain I'm the horrible one the kid learned it from......these fine people's only fault is trusting me NOT TO SAY these words in the presence of their child.

Be well aware: I'm the LAST PERSON on the their list of emergency contacts, and the call for help in desperate situations list, as well.

Yeah, that's how I roll.