Mom, what's a **gly sl**?

Ok, so not only am I still unemployed but I'm really starting to question my parenting. I mean, we all make mistakes right? It's something to take note of and learn from. There are certain movies that I think are ok for the kids to watch even though they're PG-13. I really don't have an issue with my kids learning about sex early in life, I mean I remember having a pretty good idea of what was going on behind close doors around Monkey's age (almost 8). I didn't have all the details worked out but there was enough talk at school to plant ideas. So I figure as long as I'm honest and answer just the questions that are asked without too much elaboration, the kids will grow up knowing that sex is perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of. Without it, none of us would exist right? So, I borrowed "Mean Girls" from the library a few days ago. No, I'm not a huge Lindsay Lohan fan but I do get a kick out of Tina Fey. I was actually a fan of hers before Sarah Palin was ever a house hold name. I loved her on SNL and have been a devoted 30 Rock fan since day 1, so....I saw Mean Girls and decided it was worth the watch.
I was about to watch it, Dan and Monkey were going to run an errand and I figured most adult humor would sail right over the CHF's head, or get stuck in a curl to be used later in life. Monkey saw that we were about to watch a movie and asked if he could stay. I didn't even think twice. We watched the movie, I didn't think it was too awful, but then again, I sort of only 1/2 way paid attention to the entire thing.
No further discussion about it. We then went to see a stage production of Wizard of Oz last night. For children, by children. (BTW, it was fabulous) Here's where I was feeling like a really good parent because this is the 4th show we've seen by this theater company and the kids love going. All was good.

After going to Farmer's Market this a.m. and coming home and dealing with two cranky children, I'd successfully gotten CHF to take a nap and Monkey to finish most of his homework for the week. Feeling a bit of relief I sat here on the couch looking for a recipe for stuffed peppers. Monkey's sitting at the table coloring yet another picture of a ship sinking. I see him get an impish smile on his face and he gets up, approaches me and asks:
"Mom, what's a fugly slut?".

UUUUGGGHHHH!!!! I guess I didn't catch that part of the dialogue. I explained very calmly and with absolutely no astonishment that it was a very mean thing to say about a girl and it shouldn't ever be repeated. I went further to indicate that I'd made an error in allowing him to watch that movie. He went one step further to remind me that I also allowed the CHF to watch it and perhaps that was an even bigger mistake.

Gotta love these kids!

Is a comment really needed here?

I just don't think so.

Another Bad Word

Ok, so it's been a while since I made an entry. I would love to use the "holidays" excuse. You know, the tried and true "I've been so busy with the holidays, I've barely had time to....", you fill in the blank. I have been busy, but it's not because of the holidays, it's a different kind of busy, busy looking for a job. I've been sending out resumes like mad and pimping myself all over job boards like the job tramp that I am. So, this morning was the first day back at school and my first day back at the job search. Everything was going really well this a.m., Monkey got up a bit groggy but in his usual great mood once the cobwebs cleared. The CHF had to be woken up which caused Monkey to wish me luck on my way into the bedroom. We all know she's not the happiest girl on the planet when her beauty sleep is interrupted. Despite being woken up, she was happy. Yes, I did think that all my good karma was already used up at 7:30 a.m. and wondered if I should even go forward with the scheduled phone interview at 10:00. Was I taking a huge risk? Nah, I've got a lot more good karma coming my direction.
Everything was going smoothly, almost too smoothly... you know something's coming right? Here it is. While I was looking in the closet for the Ergo (One of the reasons the CHF was likely in a good mood could have been that I told her immediately she could stay in her PJs and I'd take her in the Ergo to drop Monkey off at school), bent over, moving things around, the wand of the canister vacuum cleaner (you know the long part that connects to the canister and allows you to attach any part you so desire to get all the dog hair and crumbs) fell over and knocked me right on the head. So, I said it...SH*T..., kinda quietly to myself, or so I thought. I hear the tiny voice off slightly in the distance saying,
"That's a bad word".
ARGH, "yes it is and mommy should not have said it". Then I heard...
"When I'm a grown up I can say that bad word when I'm looking for things too."
Good thing I didn't give up swearing for New Years.