As you may well imagine, I've been trying to watch my mouth since then. Apparently I've been using the word "freakin'" a lot: as in, "Get out of the freakin' way!" to slow driving motorists. How do I know I've been saying "freakin'" a lot? Not because I'm self-aware. I try very hard not to be, actually. It's because Sophie has said the following things today.
When is it my freakin' birthday?
This pizza needs some freakin' cheese!
Where's my freakin' Cheer Bear?
I peed in my freakin' panties!
As an English teacher, I can say that it's quite clever that she figured out that "freakin'" is an adjective, and that it always comes right before the noun. As her mother, I'm pretty freakin' appalled. (Hmmm. "appalled" is an adjective, so if "freakin'" is modifying "appalled," it's an adverb in that sentence.)
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Playing hide and seek
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
All of your bad habits are put on display in the form of your child for everyone to see.