I was driving Anabella to preschool one day last week and as we pulled into the parking lot she said, “F*cking car!”
Very calmly, I asked (just in case I heard it wrong) “What did you say?”
As I silently try to figure out what to do next, she added “It means get out of the way.” (Ha. Like I didn’t know that.)
I instantly knew she learned that from me, because while Dan does have some rage, it’s not road rage. The sad part was that I couldn’t recall saying it … I guess I was just muttering obscenities under my breath.
So as an experiment in self-actualization, I’ve started recording my outbursts (repeats of my outbursts) on my iPhone and well, it is not pretty. I’ll provide a recap at the end of the week, but let’s just say that someone might need an anger-management class if she doesn’t want to raise a bunch of potty mouths.