Mommy Fail.

I had a serious mommy fail a few months ago.

It especially affected THIS guy.

It was a pretty chaotic moment. One in which I was simultaneously stirring boiling pasta, discussing plans with Tim on the phone, holding a teething June and had a nagging Owen pulling on my apron. I can't really remember exactly what happened but the butane stove I had on the counter slipped a little and sent boiling hot water spilling all over the counter. Before I could even think I yelled, "Oh, $#!%.." I dropped the phone, pushed Owen aside, grabbed a towel that was laying on the door (thank goodness for my messy house that day) and averted any crisis. I quickly apologized to the kids for scaring them and explained that I made a mistake and just didn't want them to get hurt. I thought all was well.

Until I heard it.

"Oh, $#!% !!!"

and then again....."Oh, $#!% !!!"

Owen had picked up this awful word the ONE TIME I said it (aloud anyway). For months we've been trying to get him back to saying, "Oh, man!" or "Oh no!" and sometimes he'll appease us. But from time to time you'll still hear him yelling this horrible word.

The worst part? Owen doesn't usually pronunciate his words very clearly but in this case it's so clear there's no mistaking it. I can't even pass off my mommy failure as something else like, "shoe," or "ship" or any other word. No, my mommy failure will sadly live on until he (hopefully) forgets about it.

And THAT was my mommy fail. Sigh.