Fast forward twenty-five years and I still hate THAT word and demand that it will not be said in my house. You can all breathe a sigh of relief as I haven't punched anyone in the nose to teach them the lesson. We don't say "stupid," "hate," "liar," and "fart." There's another word that sometimes slips out of one of the kids mouths..."butt." Now this is really bad. I prefer bum bum, bottom, gluteus maximus, rump, your other cheeks, etc... Birch says that "butt" is the proper term and apparently at work he says it ALL THE TIME. YIKES!!!
So now I must confess. Just as the kids occasionally use trashy words I have one that floats around my head and sometimes must be used to describe a situation. The thing is...it's naughty. It's on my list of potty words. The word is.....prepare yourself and just open one eye lid so it's not so bad to read..."butt-load." I would NEVER say it around the children and only in the past year or so have I confessed to Birch that I actually think this word in my head. But here's the thing; sometimes I go in my room and see a "butt load" of laundry on my bed, or I look out the window and see a "butt load" of kids that are fighting or hungry, or just plain there, or what about the days that the dishes just pile up and there is no better word to describe the mounding dirtiness other than "butt load." Or how about the ever growing pile of bills from Alex's recent surgery...I mean that's a "butt load" of bills for one little surgery.
I should sing a sweet little primary song when this phrase comes to my mind but for now I feel just a tad bit better about sharing my self-indulging naughty word with my readers. After all admitting is the first step to recovery, right?
a "butt-load" of laundry