OK, today I uttered at least four terrible words. Maybe as many as 25 but no fewer than four.
Four words I had told myself I would never ever say. Just bad parenting, I told myself.
That'll never be me.
I'm too high and mighty to say such foolish, pointless, terrible things.
And then, just like that, the four words were out of my mouth and in the air before I even realized what I was saying.
I will admit, I was distracted. These size sixes needed to be boxed up. Do we have any other 12-18 months pajamas? You know the sort of distractions.
But still, it's no excuse.
I was frustrated. Everything, everywhere was a mess. I just wanted some order. Someone, anyone to listen to me.
I was on the warpath see. There was no control to be had. But boy did I want some.
Those four words, they didn't give me any comfort, control or peace.
I didn't even know they were in my vocabulary. But apparently they were on the tip of my tongue, just begging to be let free.
It can't be that bad, you're wondering, what four words could it possibly be.
I'll tell you, but please don't judge to harshly.
"Because I said so."
I know, it's all downhill from here.