Wednesday, January 10, 2007

I try so hard not to get upset

Well, now I'm in trouble.

KB and I were driving in the car with Nolan. I was behind the wheel. There was this cab right up on my rear bumper - apparently the driver felt my speed was not sufficient and wanted to express his displeasure by crawling up my tailpipe. So when the road finally widened to two lanes, he of course zoomed around us at high speed. Naturally, I shouted, "Asshole!" as he zipped by.

Not two seconds later, we hear a little voice from the back seat pipe up with, "Aaaaahoe."

Shit. He's such a little mynah bird these days.

KB gave me a look like, "Evil wench! Why dost thou corrupt my progeny so?" (Although, to be fair, what he actually said was, "That's not cool, Booby.")

Which was nothing compared to how I felt inside. Yeesh. What kind of a lousy mother cusses in front of her kid? This kind, apparently.

So I've resolved to try even harder. My new replacement word for tense car situations is going to be "Dude!"

I even managed to use it last night coming home from yoga, even though Nolan wasn't in the car with me. My light turned green and I started to go through the intersection, but then two college boys in an SUV decided their light wasn't red enough for them and went through it. I slammed on the brakes and yelled, "Duuuuuuuuuude!"

Hopefully it will take.

Thanks for reading.

3 comments:

Electric Mayhem said...

Ha! I'll say it again - HA! After spending much time in a car with you, both in LA and on car trips, I was just thinking of this the other day, "how is Joy going to temper herself in the car with Nolan, now that he can talk?" Wow.

Look at it this way, at least you didn't resort to your old standby, "slowass mutherfucker".

Adams said...

I love that yelling "asshole!" is inappropriate, but calling you "booby" seems just right. Your family is the best! And I'm not just saying that because I got a Christmas card with Nolan looking all adorable on it.

Zach said...

Hee hee! It happens to everyone, don't worry. A friend of mine was relating a tale of his lovely little father-daughter walk when his 3-year old giggled in her sweetest most innocent voice, "Daddy, you're fuckin' silly." And he tried really hard not to freak out while totally freaking out.