Cursed

@#$%&*!   It finally happened:  I cursed at one of my boys.  Pushed to the brink by a surly demanding teenager, I blurted that he was a . . . well, use your imagination.

I'm not proud of this.  But I think he was pleased.  He has long-inquired why his dad and I don't curse, and particularly don't curse at the kids.   Teenager thinks we should.  Teenager says "all" (to be taken with a grain of salt) the other parents, and his coaches, do.  Even my mother has been heard using salty language.  But we don't, or, I didn't until today.

I suppose it's amazing that I've made it nearly 20 years without kids hearing my potty mouth.  It wasn't a conscious parenting decision.  Hubby and I never really discussed it.  It just didn't feel right.  That's not to say, I didn't mutter things under my breath or in my head, especially at bad drivers.  I did; it was just silent cursing.   If mom curses silently and no one hears it, is it cursing at all?   To my kid, apparently not.

The question is, now that I've transgressed, will I continue?  I hope not but I fear that the floodgate may have opened.  What the eff do you think?

PS In an email, I told hubby that our son was behaving like an a@#hole.  Hubby wrote:  "I don't like that language."  I guess I have to keep a clean mouth.