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Last night was my 1st grade daughter’s Back to School Night. For those of you who have been to one or more of these annual events you know that they are evenings filled with long speeches, tiny chairs, wiggling kids and armpit stains. The crown jewel for me was letting the “B” word fly out of my mouth when I was chatting it up with a group of moms and my daughter’s new male teacher.
Classic, right? I’m sure he’s already forgotten my fumble.
Don’t I wish…
“Oh I know you, little Suzie. You have the mom with the potty mouth.”
Before you attack me (you know who you are), no children heard me utter the dreaded curse. This is the way the word was used:
BITCH Slang v. intr.
To complain; grumble.
I am so not getting Mother of the Year…
Care to tell me about the last time you put your entire foot in your mouth? Please? It would make me feel oh-so-much-better.
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At least you did not say the “f” one. I have.
I’ve said the “A” word, but I really meant it. lol Does that make it “okay?”
Mommy Fumbles
MommaK over at Petroville thinks she’s a bad mom. I beg to differ. I’ll share my story to make her feel better, and to prove to you all that I’m not perfect. Once and for all.
Here’s how my story goes:
We (me, with my girl…
My story is a long one, I just turned it into an entry. Feel free to soothe your worries at my place!
Oops. he he he. Yeah, been there done that on more than one occasion. Been doing it all my life in fact. Too many times to tell about. But I never pretended to be a PTA mom. :P
In my case it’s probably been said, “Oh, your mom is the bitch with the potty mouth.”
Can’t wait for your Survivor post. Love Stephanie and Bobby John so I was glad to see them.
I shouted the “F” word when I was at work one day and our little boss lady came in. I was like, “yeah, whatever.”
If they don’t like it, tell ‘em to “Bite my shorts.” Who needs prudes?
Shit happens, as they say!!
i don’t remember when was the last time i “fouled-up” (hehehe) but i do use the F-word a lot… whoops!
Yeah but you said it in support of me and my saying “Don’t call me up and bitch me out”…so you’re absolved!! Thanks for not laughing at me through my fumbles last night ;0)
The thing to remember is not to speak before engaging the brain.
Ehhh, it happens sometimes! I’m sure the teach will forgive and forget if you volunteer a little extra time to do something in the classroom. (Like I did once…cut out 100 circles from construction paper. I thought that might satisfy ALL future classroom duties!)
Just remember what bitch stands for…Being In Total Control of Herself!!
I was at an ADULT BAPTISM. My family was sitting in the row behind the adults who were about to be baptized. My 14-year-old mentioned to my husband and 12-year-old that the two of us had just seen her art teacher outside and I said “Yeah, he was with his mom!” My 14-year-old said, “Oh no, I think that was his wife.” I played it up to tease her and said, “Oh no, that’s impossible. She was about 80. She was ancient, she was all wrinkly and old and…”
At that point, one of the women about to be baptized turned around and said, “That’s my mom. Mr. Wilson is my dad.”
Yep.
She was very nice about it, too, which made it even worse. I think this story will be repeated in my family for generations to come.
If it’s any consolation, I won’t be up for Mom of the Year, either. ;-)
Yep, Misty and I have had some very inappropriate conversations in the hallway of our kids’ school (church-run school)…yikes.
Well shit..I never won Mom of the year either. I don’t think it’s my potty mouth that put me out though
Probably my disdain for the contest itself.
HIIIIIII!!!! Miss me????
Anytime I talk I usually do that. Feel better now???
ahahahahaha I recall recently (I blogged about this) at the salon, I was talking about how actors were all DORKS while in the same room, and next to a kinda famous one from a Soap Opera…I was mortified, but he was so cool about it.
i’d love to tell you but my foot is still in my mouth, so i don’t think you’d hear me. i didn’t know there was a mother of the year contest, i need to pick up a copy of the rules and regulations, there might still be time to get my shit together, ahhhh, maybe not.
Pick a day, any day, LOL.
Shame. Shame. I spent my daughter’s entire school career systematically embarrassing her by writing letters to the editor about things like students hawking magazines door to door and so forth. What can you do? You are who you are- and that’s just fine.
Oh hell, I walk around chewing on both feet all day, every day. Ick. But I’m telling you the filter betwixt brain and lips has been malfunctioning since…about birth.