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Yesterday I was so excited. Lana and Ceily both had parties to attend. Chris was out of town. I was anticipating a fun night with my two boys. Eddie and Noah decided they wanted to go to Friday's (or as Noah continued to call it Sunday's all night long.) I wasn't too excited about that choice, but they were in charge. Eddie had invited a friend along and we were all in the car laughing and enjoying the time.

We got to Friday's and the parking lot was packed. I spotted a couple walking to their car. I turned my blinkers on and waited. For about 5 minutes. After the car backs out and leaves, immediately another car takes my spot! I couldn't believe it. I honked my horn. He ignored me. I honked my horn longer. He didn't even glance my way and then I became another person. Out of my mouth...a swear word. "A%$@*#$!!!!" And I said it quite loudly.

What? Did I really say that? I look over at Eddie and he's looking at me with huge, startled, shocked, sad eyes. "Eddie, I am so sorry! I should not have said that. I apologize. I am really sorry." Eddie just continued to look at me. Noah in the back seat pipes up and says, "I'm going to tell my teachers. Mrs. May AND Miss Tina." I turn to the friend in the back seat and repeat my apologies and he says, "You should hear my mom and dad."

We never made it to Friday's. I just drove pass the stolen parking place and drove to another eating location. It was closed. So we went to a pizza place. I was telling my friend the parking space incident as we waited for our pizza. Noah was sitting next to me and he said: "Now she's never going to let me play with Gavin anymore because of what you said, and I am really going to tell my teachers."

Do you ever feel like you just want to swear at your kids sometimes?