The other day I spent most of my time running up and down the stairs. You know how it goes, you need to brush toddlers hair and the brush is upstairs. You’re upstairs and you need to brush toddlers hair after bath and you left the brush downstairs. You go downstairs for a glass of water, see toddlers lovey and bring it upstairs, only to realize you forgot your glass of water. So anyhow, I’m walking downstairs and half way down I realize I forgot my shoes. So I muttered “F-in shoes.” Maria, who was just right behind me asked, “what’s f-in shoes?” I’m so screwed if I don’t stop cussing in front of my child.
Things I Never Thought Would Come Out of My Mouth January 19, 2009
“Sweetie, the feather duster does not belong in your whoo haa.”
“Can you PLEASE just let mama wipe her own butt.”
“Please get your hand out of your diaper. AND DON’T STICK YOUR FINGERS UP YOUR NOSE!”
“A 2 year old has just kick my butt”