Potty Mouth

So...I have a confession to make to all of you lovely people: I have a potty mouth. There, I let the cat of the bag. Are you shocked? I keep my blog pretty much rated G. PG at the worst. I just don't really see a need for actually typing out any "bad words". But in real life...not so rated G. 

I'm not really sure when the whole potty mouth thing started. I'm thinking sometime during my early college years. I don't mean to say these things, but you know how habits are....I don't even notice until I'm around someone like my Grandmother and something slips out and I pray she just wasn't paying attention.

I grew up with a mother who NEVER cursed in front of me. Ever, ever. But my dad did pretty frequently. It's just how he talked, it was never a big deal and it never bothered me. I tended to model my behavior after my mother, plus I knew I absolutely would not have been allowed to say any bad words at all. I mean, crap was a cuss word in my house. So I just never tried it.

I can remember in junior high cursing when I was with my friends and feeling cool about it. Doesn't every kid go through that phase? But then after the novelty wore off I stopped. Thank goodness, because now little kids who say "bad words" really bother me. I just feel like it's disrespectful and I wonder where they learned that language...which brings me to the reason for this post.

The past six months or so I haven't really changed my vocabulary at all. I will say I think I say bad things somewhat less frequently since Grayson's arrival, but I most definitely don't sound like a saint. I also have a HORRIBLE habit of cursing when I'm mad....before I even realize what I'm saying the words are out there. Now that he's getting to the point where I can tell he is paying very close attention to the words I'm saying, and he's started with the whole babble-that-sounds-like-real-words thing, I'm starting to get a little nervous. My absolute worst nightmare would be for him to pick up on my bad language and repeat it.

So now I have to break the habit somehow. It's one I need to curb anyway, because it's certainly not very ladylike, and I don't really love the fact that it comes so naturally at this point. I'm thinking some type of "swear jar" situation might be in order...kind of like the douche bag jar on New Girl. You know what I'm talking about? Ah, I love that show.

Anyway. Got a little distracted there. The point is, I don't want to be "that mom" with "that kid" in a few years who is always getting in trouble for cussing at his little friends on the playground. So wish me (and Arsen, he's bad too) luck! And don't judge me....I blame the horrible influence of my friends. It's not my fault, I swear ;)