The Power Words
I think there are two kinds of swearing. There are really offensive words or tasteless words, which I avoid. Or, there are the power words one can find in the bible. I used to give myself full permission to use power words--don't look if offended easily--which are hell and damn. However, I'm rethinking my position. Yesterday, I kept it cool when IJ pushed a stick in the spinning bottom of a vacuum, stuck a stick in his sisters face to tell her he was going to "kill her", got mud all over his new suitcase, and peed in the garage. Yes, I was fine. However, it was the demonstration of his new found racquet ball which put me in the power play. He threw the ball so it landed right in my rising rolls. If the videos in heaven got it fully, I would admit to letting a shriek, followed by heaving the ball across the kitchen with a power dammit/forceful removal of one child. I felt awful. He cried while I apologized. It just doesn't feel good. Maybe I will leave the power moves and words with professionals.
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I explained that he shouldn't say that because it is a swear word, to which he replied with wide eyes, "It is?! But you say it all the time."
Don't you hate it when you're compelled to be humble?
My solution? I am asking for a punching bag for my birthday. Jacob keeps asking me and i keep saying the same thing--and i want him to hang it up right away and buy me some tough looking fingerless gloves to go with it. (They don't really have to be tough, just tough looking). He is finally starting to believe me. The older i get the larger grows the circle of angry days around my cursed monthly time and sometimes i can't even believe how mad i feel. I'll let you know if the punching bag helps. I figure the kids can use it too.
p.s. I'm impressed that you bake rolls. I haven't done that (successfully) in years--my last batch included dead yeast and my family graciously munched on the resulting rocks.