Say it Loud Say it Clear Why Not Say it With a Cheer!

I have always worked around children. Always. I had one parttime job that was great, working in my friends' parents bed bath and linens store. It was a great experience, and I enjoyed it, and many times my friend and I worked together, who could ask for more. Other than that, I've always worked with children. And that's fine. I will come back to the relevance of this later, if there is any.

So, anyways, to my point. I don't swear much. I never have. I remember being made fun of by a few people (mostly boys I believe) in Middle School because they would always swear. By always, I wish I could say I was exaggerating, but honestly I seem to recall that they would throw a swear word into any and every sentence they could. I guess it's something that boys did back then. I didn't, because I follow rules, and the rule was no swearing.

Now, let it be said that I personally have nothing against swearing. Just about everyone I know throws around some loaded words quite frequently, and these same people are some of the most eloquent, most well-spoke and loquacious people I know. In fact, most of them are family (sorry people, you can cuss me out later). I'd love to walk around dropping F-bombs when I'm mad, or peppering random sentences with the "S" word (not to be mistaken for "stupid" which depending on the age of little people you are around is most definitely THE "s" word to them, or -- a personal favorite that my kids ALWAYS tattle tale about -- the "B" word. Oh I think them, all the time. I honk my horn, I might silently utter some nonsense to myself, but all in all I just think I sound stupid when I swear. Unnatural. So, I don't. Plus, I guess with small children in the house it's better not to anyways.

Round the corner to this weekend. When I just was trying to get out of the house. Earlier, Clara had on two shoes. Two perfectly good shoes that were on her feet so that she was ready to go indoors or out. Fast forward a few hours, and I'm ready to leave the house, and only one shoe is on. Shouldn't be a big deal, put the other shoe on the foot. IF the other shoe was around. Which, after an apb was put out to scour the house, it was determined the shoe had indeed left on its own. It fled. It walked itself away. And please...please don't ask why I didn't get another pair of shoes. Don't go there please. I just wanted this shoe. I was fed up. Frustrated. Annoyed. Because I KNOW Greta took off Clara's shoe, put it somewhere and now couldn't remember where.

The point of this is. It was one of those moments where, if I thought swear words wouldn't sound like an 8 year old reciting something they heard off of a You Tube video, I would've spouted a sonnet of cuss words. I would of hurtled a horde of horrible, ugly, ridiculously inappropriate verbage into my house. But I didn't. I believe I did say that I was "really ticked off", because frankly I threw "pissed" around in my head before hand, but it sounded stupid too.

And then, while later sitting in a chair relaxing after what could only have been some odd hormonal surge (I really could've just gone to get a different shoe) I look straight ahead and this is what I see:

DAMNIT! I KNEW IT WAS AROUND SOMEWHERE!

(But isn't it a cute shoe. Can't you see why this was so important!)