Cussing again.

BG has a new favourite word. Dammit. Well, actually it is my favourite word. I say it all the time instead of saying other, less polite words at those rather stressful times.

Milk has been poured, overflowing the cup, going all over the table, the book I'm reading, the chair and is pooling on the floor. Dammit.

Someone has removed their soiled diaper, stepped in it and walked all over the carpet to get to the potty. Dammit.

Someone has used a pencil to draw pictures all over the walls in the kitchen, dining room, play room and bathroom. Dammit.

Someone has jumped the queue for using the toilet, leaving tears and puddles in their wake. Dammit.

I'm going to have to find an even less offensive word for those times. Dammit.