Recently, I got a comment on my Facebook that made me pause. It was mostly positive, but it contained a little nugget of concern: “Why do you use the F word? You have a lovely family, and I’d prefer not to hear your kids say it…”
Well, let’s dive into that. First off, while I might have a reputation for my colorful language, I am careful not to drop the F bomb in front of my little ones. Years spent as a teacher have taught me the art of self-censorship.
But let’s be real — my children ride the bus to school, and they learned that word pretty quickly! So, why do I find myself using the F word?
Let’s just say, having seven kids feels like a solid reason. Seriously, one child is already a handful, so you can imagine the chaos I’m navigating daily!
The F word is a fantastic way to express my true feelings. Take, for instance, my haircut — instead of saying, “Number 5 isn’t a fan of it,” I can say, “Number 5 absolutely fucking hates it!” That captures her feelings perfectly.
The other day, I broke out my one pair of matching earrings that I had kept hidden from my kids for years. Eleven minutes later, Number 6 flicked one away, and poof — they’re gone forever. Now I have zero freaking earrings! That’s worthy of an F bomb in my book.
I also use the F word because I’m done with having an audience while I try to have a moment of peace on the toilet. And there’s always someone crying over something trivial — whether it’s the wrong cup or a minor wet spot on their sleeve.
I’m so tired of searching for lost items that I could scream! And honestly, I’m just plain exhausted.
And then there’s Number 7, who has a knack for using scissors in ways I never imagined — let’s just say his creative endeavors often target human hair!
Since I decided to stop yelling at my kids last August, I find that tapping into the power of the F word makes it easier to cope with the daily madness. When I manage to get everyone dressed on time, one of them always spills something, and we end up late anyway. It’s just one of those days.
Each morning I wake up, only to discover we’re out of coffee or I realize I’m driving on empty. A good F word helps me cope with those moments.
I don’t always use the F word when I’m frustrated; sometimes, it’s in moments of pure joy, like when I get a haircut that makes me feel like a million bucks!
So, there you have it. I use the F word because I genuinely enjoy it, and honestly, that’s reason enough for me.
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In summary, using the F word is my way of navigating the beautiful chaos of parenting while keeping it real.