Swearing

Swearing isn't as much fun as it used to be. I try not to let the words fly with little man around. Today, I was changing a dirty diaper that was of a substantial volume. Let's just say that it was everywhere and the diaper did not contain it. I've got him on the changing table, using a bizillion wipes, he's squirming, there's poo up his back - messy, messy situation. I had to put the new diaper on with him on the floor because the changing table was messy. Justin asks what's up and all I could say was F-U-C-K. Yes, I had to spell fuck out so that I wasn't yelling it in front of the boy. I got absolutely no satisfaction from spelling it. I guess that's better than the boy saying "fuck" when he drops something in the store. Oh, I know it'll happen to me. It's either that or "shit". Either way, it will be in public and I will be embarassed.