When You Say A Bad Word

I cant help it. Sometimes my kids push me to the limit. I say the word "leche" as an expression of my over-the-top frustration. You may say... "Oh so you swear pala, ha?" Hmm...ok... maybe if that's what you wanna say. And I'm guilty especially when I always say we dont have a room for any foul language in our house.

I'm not perfect and my temperament is not constantly pleasant. What aggravates me most of the time is when Marc and Marielle fight. It irks me big time when they tattle on each other. I dont take sides because I know both of them are at fault. Another thing is when they dont do as they're told and when they talk back at me. But before going any further let me make this clear. I dont say the bad word each time they do any of these. Only when my patience is already hanging by a thread. And when I say the word my kids realize that I do mean very serious business this time. Actually, they know my body language that means business. But there are times that they seem too try to see how far you can stretch your patience. I think that is every kid's business ... to see when mommy blows her top.

I just found it so funny when one day I told Marielle what leche means. Uttering bad words is never funny but I'm talking about this one incident. My daughter was hollered at by me for something she did. And yes I said the bad word. Moments later I heard her mutter something under her breath, "I know leche is a bad word" with emphasis on the word bad.

This is how our exchange went after that.
Me: what?
Marielle: (pouting her lips) Leche is a bad word, I said.
Me: Do you wanna know what leche means?
Marielle: (rolling her eyes) Yeah...sure
Me: Well, it means milk.
Marielle: (looking straight at me and smirking) Milk.
Me: Yes, milk.
Marielle: So, everytime you get really mad at me you say MILK?
Me: Hmm ... well...yeah.
Marielle: (frowning) It doesnt make sense to me, Mom.
Me: Life doesnt make sense sometimes.
Marielle: I really dont get it. And I never will.

And then I laughed so hard. She started laughing too even if she didnt know what made it so funny. Actually I just laughed at her reaction after telling what milk means. Until now I still laugh when I remember that incident. Weeks later, we were grocery shopping and she saw this sign at the dairy section. It says "Milk" and underneath was the word "Leche" . She called me and said, "hey Mom, look leche really does mean milk. But I still dont understand why you throw that word at me sometimes."

Obviously I was just trying to avoid getting cornered and found guilty by my daughter. So there goes my palusot. I have no excuse for saying leche sometimes. I dont even want to say ..." well at least it's not like the other swear words I know that are in overly foul taste." I'm just doing my best not to say it anymore even if I'm so fuming and steaming mad.




Marielle and me at Fort Myers Beach during Rachael's wedding.







Marc and Marielle enjoying the powdery sand of Fort Myers beach.








She was in Principal's list for getting straight A's and he made it to the honor roll. I'm proud of my 2 baktins.