My youngest son went with me on my run tonight. I am thinking I won't take him with me anymore. He seems to bring me bad luck. The last time he ran with me. . .we ran into a skunk. Tonight, it was a snake!!! SHEESH!!!
We were about 1 1/2 miles into our run, it was about 9pm, and it was very dark outside. He was wearing one of those headband headlight thing-a-ma-bobs. All of a sudden right underneath me in the middle of the beam of light was a snake!!! I HATE snakes! They creep me out! So, I quickly stepped to the side, said a "potty word", and kept running. I just really wasn't expecting for a snake to be in the middle of the road while I was running. It freaked me out, and I am surprised I handled it as well as I did!!!
The rest of the entire run my son (who is only 10) kept saying, "Mom, why did you say that word? Hmmmm? It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. It was just a snake." After apologizing for the ump-teenth time, I finally said, "Can you just forget about my potty mouth and keep running please???" Haha. I think I traumatized the poor little fella! I guess he just isn't used to his mom using "potty words". It just kind of slipped out! I really didn't mean for it to. The snake just took me by surprise and out popped the word!
Wonder what I am going to do next time he uses a potty word? When I scold him for his use of the word, I am certain he will remind me about my use of a potty word tonight. Mother of the year award is coming my way, I am sure of that. NOT!