Over the past year and a half or so, I've gotten a bad habit. I've started cussing. Now, though I have always uttered the occasional profanity, it has never been as bad as it is now.
It's no coincidence that I started cussing more once the baby was born. Let's face it people, there's more to cuss about when you've got a little one.
But now that Clay is starting to talk, I have GOT to reign it in. Seriously. So, this weekend, I started wearing a rubber band around my wrist. Whenever I caught myself saying a bad word, I popped myself with it.
On Saturday, my wrist was pretty red. Yesterday, less so. I've had a few lapses already today, but I feel like things are looking up.
I'm *hoping* to be mostly profanity-free in a week or so. Thoughts, prayers, and any Christmas miracles you want to send my way would be greatly appreciated.