Oops..maybe he's right. I guess I might have slipped into the habit after watching one too many episodes of Veep. The creativity of swearing on that show is second-to-none.
Yet l, to set a good example for kiddo I resolved to be better about it. Until today. Right away in the morning I find a piece of paper on the kitchen table with rose's handwriting on it. It's apparently a journal entry venting her anger at me over the previous morning. It's filled with hatred and swearing. (Like mom, like daughter?)
Why she left it on the table, not in the covered journal, is obvious. Maybe a more mature adult would ignore it. But I'm a tad hot headed and I was tired, so confronted her. I told her, a journal entry doesn't belong ripped out and left where others can read it. That escalated to her demanding I was in the wrong for reading her private journal.
I didn't issue any consequences. I took a deep breath and headed to a day full of meetings. Then I received the lovely text from our brand new PCA informing me she's quitting. Like today. And really, that is the perfect place for a swear word, possibly several.
So tonight I bake cookies and silently repeat swear words, which, despite their vulgarity, soothe my frayed nerves.
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