Recently, I received a thoughtful comment on my social media post. It was largely positive but had a curious question: “Why do you use the F word? You have a lovely family, and I’d prefer not to hear your children say it.”
Interesting question!
Before I dive in, I want to clarify that, while my vocabulary might be colorful, I keep it in check around the kids. Years of being a teacher have instilled in me a certain level of self-control. But let’s be real: my kids catch the bus to school, and they learned that infamous word pretty quickly—around week two of kindergarten, to be exact.
So, why do I use the F word? Where do I even begin?
Well, for starters, I have seven kids. Honestly, I believe one child is a sufficient reason to let out a well-placed “F bomb” on occasion!
I use the F word because it perfectly encapsulates my feelings. For instance, I could say, “Child Number 4 isn’t fond of my new hairstyle.” But the truth is, “Child Number 4 absolutely hates it!” conveys her sentiments way better.
Just the other day, after six long years, I finally donned the sole pair of matching earrings I’ve managed to keep away from the little ones. Naturally, within 11 minutes of taking them off, Child Number 5 flicked one into the abyss. Now I’m left with zero pairs of earrings. Talk about frustrating!
I also use the F word because, let’s face it, I’m exhausted from always having an audience when I’m trying to find a moment of solitude on the toilet. There always seems to be someone crying—whether it’s because I handed them the wrong cup or because someone else dared to look at them. And don’t even get me started on the chaos of misplaced items.
There are days when I feel completely drained, and I’m not shy about expressing it. My youngest, who is three and has developed some impressive scissor skills, seems to think cutting human hair is a creative outlet.
I stopped raising my voice last year, which has proven to be quite the challenge. Typing out “f**k” in all its splendid variations helps me let off some steam.
And on those rare mornings when I manage to get everyone dressed on time, one of them will inevitably spill something, requiring a complete outfit change. So much for my efforts!
The F word is a comfort during those early wake-ups when I discover we’re out of coffee or when I’m running late and realize my gas tank is on empty.
I’m trying to minimize my complaints, so sometimes a good “F” is all I have left. But it’s not just for frustration—I use it when I’m on cloud nine too! Like when I get a haircut that gives me a boost of confidence, I can’t help but exclaim how fabulous I feel!
In Summary
So, there you have it. I use the F word because I really don’t care what others think. Ultimately, I just enjoy it.
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In summary, the F word has become a part of my life because it embodies my feelings—whether they are frustration or joy. It’s a liberating expression that resonates with my chaotic parenting journey.