I Dropped the F-Bomb

I dropped the F-bomb

The day started rough.

It was Monday morning and my son Jake didn’t want to get out of bed. He screwed around at breakfast and then messed around in his room instead of getting dressed. We practiced his book club project in the car because he didn’t leave enough time to do this at home. I was relieved to drop him off at school.

The rest of the morning didn’t get any better. After a quick shower, I logged on to the computer and went right to work. I had a 1000 things to do and everyone wanted it in the next 10 minutes. “Prioritize and keep moving forward” is my motto when I’m backed up with work.

I’m moving, typing and doing and then I heard a noise. I know that sound. It’s unsettling and not one that I wanted to hear at that moment. I got up from my chair and looked for the source. And then I heard it again.

It was my dog Winston. He just threw up. I found him in his usual morning napping spot in Jake’s room except he wasn’t looking like a sweet boy sleeping among the toys on the floor. He was looking at me with that ‘guilty behavior’ look on his face.

The mother of all words

I stared at the two perfect piles of puke on the floor and I dropped the F-bomb. Then I screamed the word 10, maybe 20 times …. I don’t really know the total number. I lost count.

After my one-word dissertation, a frightened Winston took off to hide in the bathroom. For those of you who don’t know the story of Winston, he has a sensitive stomach and anything – and I mean anything from a weird piece of grass to eating a new dog treat – can set him off and he’ll get sick. I ran all sorts of tests on him to make sure it wasn’t something I could take care of with medicine and it always came up negative. I changed his food two times and it seemed the last change in his diet may have been the answer. It’s been almost a year since he’s thrown up. Until Monday.

I found all my old supplies shoved in the back of the shelf with the cleaning products. I had just enough foaming carpet cleaner to get some of the stain out. The all too familiar cleaning routine began and I let lose a string of curse words. I have a Masters in Obscenities so a parade of 4-letter words joined my original F-bomb.

I yelled each word at the top of my lungs. I think I might have made up a few of my own because they rhymed with the sound uck. I scrubbed the floor and I screamed until I cried. By the time, I was done cleaning, I was a sobbing mess on the floor. I had a full-force mommy-is-losing-it temper tantrum.

With the windows opened and floor cleaned, I took Winston out for a walk. “Damn that felt good,” I said to no one in particular. I realized that I’ve been working this Yelling Less Project of mine so hard that I haven’t had a good rant like that in awhile. I’ve been holding my tongue, taking deep breaths and basically calming myself down before I let the flood gates open up.

So I ask you this my friends …. I feel like the tree in the forest, if I yelled and no one was there to hear it, did I break the Yelling Less Challenge?

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45 thoughts on “I Dropped the F-Bomb

  1. hehehehehehehe…. that was intense! I guess the good news is that you seemed to feel better afterwards and I bet you were more productive!

    Now, I’ve never read the details of the yell less project, but I thought it really applied to yelling at others. I don’t think it counts if no one can hear you. Let’s just go with that, it doesn’t count when it happens after a busy morning and then a dog that vomits not one, but twice and there is no one else around! πŸ™‚

    • The yelling stuff is reallh about yelling at your kids but mostly, trying to get you to think of another way to react. I was like the tree in the forest, there was no one there so it all just came out. I don’t think I would have done that if jake was home. There was something freeing to be alone and letting it all out.

  2. As long as you’re not yelling directly at your kid’s face, I think you’re in the clear. Gotta let that anger out somehow and somewhere! I can relate.

    • After all the work I’ve done with this challenge, I don’t think I would have done it if my son was home. I probably would have said a few choice words when I took my dog but not a full force tantrum like I did.

  3. Not yelling (and on occasion using bad words) is not good for the body.  You need to release all that is built up there.  I used to go sit in the car, all alone, and do it, but whatever works for you!

  4. No you did not break the Yelling Less Challenge. But I really feel for you. There is this insidious need to curse in all of us; it’s just the life that we live, you know, that makes us so deprived. πŸ˜€

    Here’s what I do with kids, I shut up and bottle in my ‘uck’ sounding words. And as soon as I am out of the kids’ hearing range, I spurt them all out, about almost anything (and sometimes just let them fly around in the air for no reason at all). :p

    • I do that too πŸ™‚
      It’s not my most flattering characteristic that I can swear like a sailor but it happens and I do my best to NOT do it in front of my son. I think I’ve really only slipped twice.

      • No wonder the one time you did swear, it was blog-worthy. You really must have immense control on the swear urge. πŸ˜€

      • I think you misunderstood me … I swear all the time when I’m with my close friends and of course, when stuff like this happens and I’m home alone. I just don’t do it around my son, except a couple of times that I slipped. This tantrum was certainly blog-worthy though πŸ™‚

  5. I knew a woman who used to go and sit in her car and yell when she absolutely had to shout it out. When I am on the verge of losing it with my kids, I find a way to go for a brisk walk and stomp it out. The hard part of single parenting is that you have no one to spell you off when it’s your turn to be the crazy one. And we all need a turn!

    • I go on a lot of walks too. Walking really fast really helps to get that stuff out. And yes, as a single mom, it is hard to get that time to go off to cool down. My son has gotten use to those moments when I go off in my room or at times, the bathroom to calm down.

  6. I have been working on speaking softer. Raised in my home yelling was an everyday occasion and speaking loudly and constant projecting is SO draining! Now that I don’t live in constant chaos (no matter how it reaches it’s tentacle out) I have been able to start to calm down. Less cursing and yelling and snapping. It’s REALLY hard but I’m doing better. The F word is the magic stress reliever! Have a tantrum like a fever take aspirin or use the F word!!! LOL

    • You’ve been following my Yelling Less project so you understand how this would bother me to start all over again. I was raised in a yelling home too and it’s so easy to want to go back to that place since its all I knew. It is really hard and just saying “I was raised this way” just isn’t an excuse anymore. But you’re right, some days that F word is just magic.

      • Yeah I don’t want to live in that kind of home NOR let my children live like that. Raised this way is NOT good enough and I don’t know why people support that thought process?

  7. Hilarious post! I’m a firm believer that anger/frustration/rage is like poison, and if you DON’T get it out in a violent, volcanic eruption….it will clog up in your veins like shit in a sewer pipe. You were actually doing something healthy when you spewed the F-bomb! See how that works? It’s like you had a colon cleanse for your soul. Good for you! Now go have a shot of wheat grass and you’re all set. Bravo!

  8. I don’t think it should count. Yelling is not inherently wrong, its just the yelling at someone that is probably the purpose of the challenge. And Winston was more of just an innocent bystander than the victim. Glad it felt better, I felt somewhat relieved too from just reading your explosion πŸ™‚

    • Yeah I felt bad for Winston, poor thing. I had to apologize to him. I’m just glad my son wasn’t there. I probably wouldn’t have yelled and then all that frustrations would be stuck inside me.

  9. If no one who can talk wasn’t there to witness it, I say you didn’t yell. (But I’m sure the dog was freaked out!) I’ve had similar meltdowns where everything builds up and just comes out over something stupid.

    • It’s something I found from the Orange Rhino website. I took a 30-day challenge and then kept doing it. It’s been a great thing to help my relationship with my son. And personally, I think piles of puke would piss anyone off.

  10. The fact that Winston let you take him to another location is a clear indication that every one has a day when they just need to let loose in order to rejuvenate. So I say kudos for you for breaking the ucking rules and moving on.
    Ps. I was laughing a little at the thought of you screaming the F-bomb..been there, done that…more than once.

    • I knew if anyone would get this, it would be you. And somehow it doesn’t surprise me that you got a chuckle out of it. I laughed when I was typing it πŸ™‚

      But I did feel bad for poor sweet Winston. I gave him extra cuddles the rest of the day for being so scary.

  11. I don’t think it’s ever wise to hold something in, believe me I know. What’s wrong with yelling as long as you’re not yelling at someone? Let it out. I do this all the time when I am in the car by myself. I let out a string of F-Bombs….

    • I’m terrible like that when I’m in the car. I even turn the radio up loud to drown out my own noise. And yes, I agree with you and the others, as long as I didn’t do this my son, I think I’m in the clear.

  12. I have so been there. There’s nothing like a pile of doggy puke (or worse) to bring it out in me. At least you didn’t pull my favorite trick of stepping in it, unknowingly. It’s a good thing they’re so loveable!

  13. Masters in Obscenities. Hahahaha. πŸ˜‰
    And no, I checked the guidelines of the Yelling Less Project Committee, and you’re cool. πŸ˜‰

    • Thought about going back for my doctorate but I figured a Masters would work for me just fine πŸ™‚
      And you’re right, I think the committee would have yelled too.

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