"ARHGGHAAAA," I cried as I hit the tuner buttons.
"Mom, why don't you like that song," Mini-Husband asked?
And so, I explained my dislike for that four letter word and why it bothers me to hear it on the radio. He nodded his head, taking in my response, and went on with his drawing.
When Hubster got home later on, Mini-Husband greets him at the door and says,
"Hey Dad. You shouldn't say 'fuck' when you get upset anymore. It's not a nice word and mommy doesn't like it, ok?"
I managed to do a bit of DIY and I'm ever so proud of myself. Yes, I actually took a hammer and nail and put up a picture. My grand father, Wade, was an amateur photographer and I have several of his black and white photos that I love. I doubt he ever expected them to be hanging up in his grand daughter's house in France, but hey. That's how it is.
There's one that's been sitting in the corner of the kitchen for years and I've been meaning to find a nice home for it.
It's perfect here near the coffee machine. This way, early in the mornings, one can make coffee and take a walk in the woods with Wade before anyone else is awake. A quiet time to hear the leaves crunching under your feet as the smell of freshly brewed coffee wraps around you.
If only all mornings could start like this rather than in the usual way, which is being jolted from bed with a feeling that someone has blown a whistle and yelled, "GO!"