This morning I woke up and felt like crap. Rolled out of bed, head throbbing, and went and got Landen out of his bed.
He surprised me with the world's nastiest poop. I am not exaggerating.
We went into the kitchen where I filled his sippy cup with milk and gave it to him. We don't let him in the kitchen often because there are lots of problems in the kitchen. He likes to eat dog food. Which, wouldn't really bother me if he didn't choke on it every time. Anyway, it's just easier to put the gate up and not let him in there but today I did.
I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off because I am totally OCD and I think he needs to have food in his stomach the moment he wakes up in the morning. Even though he was perfectly content with playing with magnets on the fridge I was trying to make his yogurt and oatmeal up at record time. I wasn't paying attention that his cup was leaking. And by leaking, I really mean POURING out EVERYWHERE.
So, I slipped in a puddle and twisted my ankle.
But, that's not the bad part.
A word flew from my mouth. A word so bad, I
And my son looked at me with his sweet little face and repeated it.
I am horrified.
I am supposed to be a good role model. Not someone who teaches my son to curse! How in the world will I ever yell at him for using fowl language when I myself do?!?! This has been on my mind all morning. I could just cry about it. It's not cute that he said it. It is not funny. It is really, really sad.
So, that's it for me. No more curse words will be escaping my mouth. None. Not when he's in the other room, outside with his dad, asleep...not at all.
I think it will make me feel better anyway.