I wasn't the swearing parent. It's something I read on facebook (totally credible)... ahem.....in all fairness, the swearing and name calling was a bit over the top......
Um...yep. Mum's swearing again. I think she means it this time.
It really, really annoys me when people with no kids, pass judgement on the actions of those that do. Like they should be writing a book on the subject. I really hope their parenting experience is a good one. It's a shame they have to voice their opinion, on a subject they know nothing about, or understand.
Secretly I hope they have three and they fight like cats and dogs, and are driven to tell them to shut the fuck up.
Kids know how to push all the right buttons, right when you're at your wits end. No only do they know how to push your buttons, but those of their siblings too, compounding the issue.
When you have taken in your last deep breath and one kid has just clobbered the other repeatedly, over the head, because she wanted the yellow texta, things can get out of hand. The relentless umpiring can wear you down and the 'f' words let rip.
It would make Gordon Ramsay blush. Forget about, "That chicken is so fucking raw, it just got up and walked back to the fucking coup". It's, "These fucking children are driving me up the wall, my sanity just got up and walked our the fucking door".
So if swearing at your kids is against the law, I'm guilty. Lock me up and throw away the key.
In all truth, they do not always fight. It is bliss when they get along. It makes you forget they even fight at all.
It would be ideal if they were best friends all the time. That situation would be ideal if it existed, and I'm sure it does, in the world of unicorn farts and dancing fairies.
In reality, bringing up kids is HARD, relentless work. Work you can be happy to have, if you can get it. Some don't, and some just don't want to. It's the way it happens.
I do believe it's important to talk about the fact that is not all rainbows and angels playing harps. It's not.
It's tears, frustration, brain piercing noise, and exhaustion. Not to forget the worry, spew, poo and wee. There's lots of that.
Best of all, there's cuddles, I love you's, kisses, hugs, laughter, silliness and proud mummy moments.
Most of the time they just need cuddles, and to be listened to and loved. Some time there is swearing. Occassionally you get caught when that FFS in the parking lot is not really as 'under your breath' as you thought it was.