Sometimes I want to drop major f bombs. And be a not nice person. Say rude things.
Did becoming a mom all those years ago damp down a part of me? I think I’m realizing this. I can barely get away with saying s-h-i-t in front of my kids and I don’t know why. Why am I held to this double standard? They swear like sailors. Why can’t I?
Possibly, when I had kids I wanted to become a better person. Set good examples. But what if that’s not truly me?
It’s not like I want to let my hair down and go wild. Been there, done that. It’s just that some days I need to be not perfect. Do wrong. Drop f bombs.
I’d kind of like to be authentic 100% of the time. Not 50% of the time.

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