Major Life Decision: Cursing

I'm not one to curse. In college, people would seriously offer me $5.00 to say the F-word. I just don't FEEL it. It just isn't natural. I don't care and am in no way offended when others throw the F-bomb around but it just isn't my style...

Until recently.

I feel like I have SOOOO much going on. I'm soooo busy and maybe a little stressed that when the smallest thing goes wrong turning a five minute task into a two hour job, I just want to SCREAM

the F-word.

So, should I take up cursing?

Example-

Yesterday Charlotte choked on a piece of banana and it freaked her out enough to cry for an hour straight. Her crying got Sawyer crying. I had two screaming kids. I gave them a bath to stop the screaming and Charlotte pooped in hers. I pulled her baby bath full of water and poop out of the big bath Sawyer was in and got her dressed. While in Charlotte's room, Sawyer filled Charlotte's bath that is now sitting on the bathroom floor up with water until it overflowed and poop filled water was all over the bathroom. Pulled Sawyer out, he cried for an hour until he found his blanket while I scrubbed every inch of that bathroom until it was all shit (oops, see, there it is!) free again.

We had to be in Denver for a doctor's appointment at noon so I packed up the kids, drove down the canyon, threw them in the double jogger and went for a run.

Because if anything was going to fix my morning, it was a nice run.

And now it's time for a letter:

Dear Cyclists-

I was jogging, pushing both my kids in a double stroller up hills on the widest path I've ever seen. You two were the second set of people to pass me in the 30 minutes I've been running at that point (And end up being the last people to pass me on that hour run). THE PATH WAS NOT BUSY. THE PATH IS VERY WIDE. I stayed to the right so anyone faster than me could pass me with no problems. Running is my release. It makes me happy, it makes me healthy, it gives me a little break from being a mommy and if I want my fucking music turned up, I can turn my fucking music up.

The wind was against us. I couldn't hear you very well while you were right next to me screaming without ANY music on so you think I could hear you when you were BEHIND me yelling into the wind. No chance. And, though none of your damn business, my music WASN'T very loud because I like to be able to hear my kids in case one started crying!

So don't you fucking tell me to run without music so I can hear you better. You had plenty of room to pass me, you were yelling into the wind on this super wide, non-busy path.

Next time to clear up the road, I'll sit on my ass all day, get fatter by the minute and let YOU pay my medical bills.

Because God forbid I turn my shitty morning around on a healthy run.

Fuckers.


So, yeah, I think I'm going to take up cursing. Thoughts?

To the Lady Who Yelled the 'F' Word.

We were suppose to take the 8:00pm shuttle. We were there first and jumped on the 7:30. Ha ha huh ha HA! (Maybe you should have showed up earlier!)

You have to understand, we are traveling with a baby. EVERY FLIGHT WE WERE ON GOT SCREWED UP and I'm not waiting another damn minute to get home. So, I jumped on your shuttle.

We are sitting in the blue shuttle at the Denver Airport. The driver took our tickets and said to get in. The shuttle was packed. There was not one seat open. At all. I had a little knot in my stomach thinking they might kick us off. Well, because we weren't in the right shuttle. People walked up, looked in at all the occupied seats and left the shuttle annoyed that there was not any openings, but, to the lady who said the F word, you really made us laugh.

You looked into the shuttle. There are ten seats with ten seat belts. Seven adults and three car seats occupied those ten seats but you could not help yourself from looking at each seat yelling, "What about THAT one?! That one, RIGHT THERE?!?!" Uhh, don't you see someone sitting there?? You did that with EVERY seat. Even the ones with the car seat like you were just going to squat right on top and get yourself a ride home. You weren't. You said in a snoody tone like you were going to SHOW us, "Well then, I'll just sit in front!" We all said someone sitting there too, but you had to check for yourself. You opened the door, slammed it, looked back into the van and yelled, FUCKKKKK!!!!!!

You said the 'F' word!!!! You were this older, innocent looking lady and you yelled the 'F' word!

You probably were annoyed. Who isn't annoyed when they travel and everything goes wrong. Since our flights got messed up, Ill assume yours did too.

We were suppose to leave for L.A. on Saturday about 2pm. Our flight got changed to 9:30pm, then delayed several hours. We boarded the plane in Denver after midnight with a crying baby only to watch the news on the TV placed on the headrest in front of us. A plane in Denver just went off the runway and was in flames. IN DENVER. Right NOW! WOW! Needless to say, we were all shocked, pulled our seat belts a little tighter and were happy when we took off and landed safely. We got to bed about 4:30am on Sunday. Not fun.

That left me with hardly any time in L.A. to see family and friends (A whole different story, a whole different blog for a WHOLE different time!) before we had to head down to San Diego to see Sawyer's Auntie and Uncle. They were flying in from New York and were scheduled to arrive at 2:00pm. Their flight got diverted from Chicago to Ohio, back to Chicago then to San Diego. Obviously they didn't arrive home until around 8:30pm.

Yesterday we left San Diego super early to make our flight in L.A. only to find out that that flight was delayed 8 hours. Woo-hoo! Since we were sooo early they placed us on the late morning flight until they found out we didn't have to connect. We gave up our seats so those making connections COULD make them (Cause we are nice sometimes) and settled for a 3:30pm flight and felt lucky that we didn't show up any later and get stuck waiting at the airport until 8pm or so to fly out. Again, I'm traveling with a baby. Not the most fun thing.

So, when I purchase shuttle tickets and they say I'll have to wait ANOTHER HOUR there while I'm starving, tired and don't think I can calm Sawyer another minute, I took a chance and jumped on YOUR shuttle instead.

You had a right to yell the F word. My family stole your seats and feel REALLY good about our decision. Happy Holidays!!!!