So coming from a person who really never used to swear that much before I had the twins, I definitely say fuck a lot more. I have decided to accept that my vulgar language is actually acceptable considering my circumstances because there are many moments in a twin mum’s life when the only word to describe my current situation is….fuck!
I have thought long and hard and considered if any other word could express the absolute emotional, mental and physical state more perfectly…. And there really isn’t any suitable alternative.
So when you are totally stressed; pushed to your limits; been listening to two screaming babies for several hours; when you have had 2 hours of broken sleep every night for weeks; when you have changed 16 nappies in one day; when both babies run in opposite directions… all you want to say is ….fuck!
Fuck it. Fuck off. For fucksake. Fucking hell. Fuck my life. Fuck me. Holy fuck. Fuckadoodledoo. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It’s just a word that somebody once decided it would be offensive, crude, naughty or rude.
But to me it’s my motto that sometimes makes me feel that little bit better when faced with the harsh reality of the moment. It’s like a momentarily release of negative energy. So Fuck it. Don’t worry about it. Sometimes it’s ok to say fuck… because you have twins.