Heading out the door to work this morning, after tripping over the dog who'd found her way in front of my fast moving legs, arms full with a purse, a bag of garbage, Baby Girl's tote-bag filled with her snowpants, mittens, extra pants, socks & underwear, my keys in one hand, oh, and Baby Girl's doo-doo/blanket and baby-doll in the other, still annoyed with hubby about the little spat we had last night, my son reminded me that I say the word 'shit' a lot.
In front of the children.
And, here's the real horror: I don't feel guilty saying it within their earshot. Not for one shitty second.
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