My daughters and I had just finished a shopping trip to Target. Items were bought and not too much money was spent. Sooo hard to walk out of there without a super cute had to have it it was on sale shirt, jewelery and shoes… aka $50-75 later. The girls each bought something from the fabulous dollar section with their allowance and I had a new pair of earrings. Coats we zipped, mittens and hats on… we were ready to brave the freeze and head out to our car.
“Hands please,” safety first ya know.
A quick walk across one lane of the parking lot and we were at our car.
“Girls lets be quick getting in it’s cold out here,” I urge them… cause seriously it was brrrrr.
Ever the safe driver I check my review mirror to check for cars. I see a car waiting for our spot. As I finally…. squeeze out of the spot I can not control my frustration….anger… how pissed I was at that other driver.
I grumble loudly to prevent myself from a spew of profanity that would forever be repeated in front of family and shared by my girls with giggle and pleasure at the embarrassment it would cause me. Not to mention the chance they would repeat my rant say…. at school.
“Bad word, bad word, bad word,” I growl to keep the swear words running through my head from coming out of my mouth!
I was pissed!
“Mommy, why are you saying bad word? What bad word?” Olivia asks.
“Mommy is say that instead of a real bad word. She is really mad at that other driver,” I answer trying not to answer.
“What’s the bad word Mommy?” Olivia asks sweetly with a sneaky smile.
“Nice try Olivia, but I am not going to tell you. It is a bad word. Mommy shouldn’t say but I am sooooo mad at that other car driver!” I reply making eye contact with her in the rear view mirror.
Yes, at this point I am having serious issues letting it go, but dude the person really made me mad! Also, a huge pet peeve of mine!!
“Mommy what bad word?” Olivia inquires again
“I’m not telling you.”
“Bad word like darn…. heck…. oh man?!”
“Worse then those Olivia. Mommy can’t tell you they are bad words,” I grumble in anger and embarrassment. “Mommy shouldn’t have even said anything out loud.”
“Darn, shoot…..” she continues to list.
“No Olivia! None of those!!” I firmly growled.
“Baby butt!!!” she exclaimed.
“Olivia, I am not… Baby Butt?? Yes, Olivia! Baby butt! That’s the word! ” I sarcastically say smiling at her in the rear view mirror. “Baby butt! That is exactly the bad word mommy wanted to say!”
…and we all roar in laughter!!!!