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.
F-in Stairs January 31, 2009