begins with me swearing in front of my children about 23 seconds after coming downstairs. Noah was being particularly crabby today and in a fit of anger, I almost said the F-word, but caught myself after the 'fuh' part. This is especially appalling because I almost never drop the F-bomb in front of the kids. In fact, we have a rule that if my husband or I swear in front of them, we give each a quarter.
Since I gave up swearing for Lent, I was feeling particularly penitential at the 12:00 service today.
23 seconds, people. That has got to be an embarrassing new low.
Lord, forgive me.
In other news, Nguyen and I, in that same fit of pique, put the TV in the basement and decided that as a family we are giving up the tube for the next 40 days. Emmett has been very matter of fact about it, but Noah has been whining for most of the day. "Why can't I watch a dvd, Mom? It's not TV!"
I think I will bring them to the aquarium tomorrow.