tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350010922009-02-21T00:19:34.473-08:00Xanax Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02326119252760643055noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001092.post-1159680067490871412006-09-30T22:19:00.000-07:002006-09-30T23:36:17.883-07:00Today, my four year old daughter said she was going to sit in "that fucking chair." I explained to her that "fucking" is not a nice word. She said, "How about if I say 'that silly chair.'?" I said that was much nicer.<br /><br />I realized that I have said the "f word" way too many times around her - typically when yelling at my husband. <br /><br />I vow to never use that fucking word again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001092-115968006749087141?l=xmconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xanax Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02326119252760643055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001092.post-1159201602647926602006-09-25T09:26:00.000-07:002006-09-26T21:43:12.083-07:00<p>My husband can really can get on my nerves. </p><ul><li>When he opens the cuppoard to take out a glass or a snack, why can't he close the cupboard?</li><li>When he blows his nose, why must he leave the snotty Kleenex on the counter. How much more effort would it REALLY take to throw it in the trash? </li><li>When he pees, why must he drip urine all over the toilet rim? Why can't he either<br />a) wipe it off?<br />b) wipe off his penis? </li></ul><p>Am I really asking too much?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001092-115920160264792660?l=xmconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xanax Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02326119252760643055noreply@blogger.com1