There came a point in my teenage years that I started cussing. Growing up I remember getting punished for saying a bad word or two. Now it has turned into a very bad habit, that’s going to take a lot to break.
I think cussing was my outlet growing up. I had to be naughty some where. I was a good student, never in trouble and hardly got punished at home or in school. Heck, I didn’t get a detention until 6th grade, and that was for a missing assignment or book, I can’t remember which. I didn’t get sent to the principal’s office until I was a freshman in high school, and you may have guessed it, I cussed in class.
Now that I’m a mother, it’s become even harder for me to break the cussing habit. I often get frustrated and sometimes spout off and let the bad words fly. Last Sunday I was just that, frustrated. It seemed like there was endless lines wherever we went, nowhere to park and it just wasn’t a good day. Exasperated, I said, “what is with all these f****** cars,” when we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. My husband looked at me annoyed by my choice of words in front of our son, and no sooner than his glare flashed in my eyes, Shaun repeated word-for-word, what I had just said. I was embarrassed. My husband was disappointed.
Something has got to change. I can’t be the mother with the potty mouth that has a little boy with the same mouth. I want him to be smart and articulate and use his words for good, not bad. I guess for now, I will have to find a another outlet!
And if you have suggestions or tips to help me break the cussing habit, I am all ears.
My two-year-old, Shaun or repeat, as I often call him since he has to say everything I do.
I have a slight addiction to Pinterest (hence my 34 boards with 2,292 pins). I love looking on there for ideas for upcoming birthdays, holidays, meals, gifts, etc. It can also give unfulfilled expectations, but can also help make life events pretty special.
My parents have been asking my son what he wanted to be for Halloween. At 2 and a half he hasn’t quite grasped the concept yet, but he knows what candy is. He stayed the weekend with his other grandma (his words, not mine) while we went to the Oklahoma State/TCU football game. When we picked him up she said he kept telling her he wanted to be a dragon for Halloween. So I cruised through Pinterest and found a dragon tail to sew and a picture showing spikes added to a hoodie for the top half of the costume. Seemed easy enough, so I made my supply list and headed out at lunch time a few days the week of Halloween to get what i needed.
First problem, shopping choices in this town are limited. Looking for a plain, solid colored hoodie was almost impossible. Thrift store had nothing, craft store the same outcome. Dollar store nada. So i was left with Wal-Mart. There I found a solid black zip up hoodie. It was fleece, and not really the color I wanted, but I had to make it work since Halloween was only a couple of days away. Plus my son already had black sweat pants to go with the tail and hoodie.
The tail sewed up rather easily and I had no qualms about the hoodie being difficult. Placing and pinning the spikes on the hoodie was a challenge, but I made it work. Not a perfectly sewn masterpiece, but I don’t think my 2-year-old is going to tell anyone. However, when I got to sewing the hood, I lost my patience. My machine wouldn’t sew and I was getting frustrated. Eventually I found I needed to adjust my thread tension and slow down. Not the prettiest thing, but it was finished.
My son was eating his supper when I finished the costume and while I was sewing he had repeatedly came in to check on me. When I finally came out of the office/sewing room carrying his costume he was ecstatic. If he could have jumped out of the high chair, I think he would have. He wanted to try on his costume immediately. I obliged and was pretty happy that he was as happy as it was. As much as I was frustrated, it melted away when he asked, “Is that my dragon costume? I like it!!”
The cowboy and the dragon ready to trick or treat.