#$@&%*! Exclamation of an Imperfect Mom

#$@&%*! This is the phrase in actual words that may have come out of my mouth 10 times in a row tonight.  The order of events went something like this.  Jack took his bath.  Jack got into Pajamas.  Jack picked out the book he wanted to read before bed.  And then Jack reminded me, his dear mother, that he was hungry.  Is he really hungry?  Not so sure, but a small before bedtime snack is a routine that was established months ago and tonight I found no good reason to argue against it.  So downstairs I went to grab a small snack for my boy without even an inkling of what was to come.  What may be the most pain I have felt since childbirth.  Maybe an exaggeration, but maybe not.

I grab the bag of goldfish and a small bowl.  I pour a few goldfish in, check the clock. 7:09pm. This is good.  Jack will be in bed by 7:29pm, leaving me enough nighttime hours to get a few things done.  As I am going over my to do list in my head, I walk towards the stairs and BAM! #$@&%*! #$@&%*! #$@&%*! Huge ouch!  Mega ouch! Gargantuan ouch!  I believe at that moment I bent my pinkie toe all the way back so the front of my toenail was facing my heel.  I stub my little toe on the ottoman on my way up the stairs.  Stinging pain shoots through my toe into my foot towards my heel.  #$@&%*! #$@&%*! For a moment, I am distracted by wonderment.  The words and phrases coming out of my mouth are not normal for me.  I didn't even know I had the wherewithal to use these words.  Feeling a bit proud, it's #$@&%*! #$@&%*! #$@&%*! as the pain from my toe travels into my brain reminding me of the agony I am in.

Then, there's the little voice.  The little voice coming from my little man. "Mama?  What are you talking about?" I think to myself, possibly say to myself, OH #$@&%*! I did it.  Every single word I've worked to keep from entering my child's ear just came out in a big way,echoing throughout the house right into his "listening ears" that I just cleaned the wax out of so he could, you know, "hear" better.  Not my perfect mommy moment.  And one of many "imperfect" mommy moments I am destined to encounter as I raise Jack.

What's your imperfect mommy moment?  Please share.  We can all relate.

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  1. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?October 8, 2013 at 6:00 PM

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  2. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?October 8, 2013 at 6:05 PM

    I curse like a sailor, so Son has picked up a few choice words. I told him he couldn't have dessert last night b/c he didn't finish his dinner, and he exclaimed, "Ah, sh*t!" This is one of many moments... I'm still fully expecting the phone call from school about "the word he taught everyone in his class." The school has MY number, natch.

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