Today I accidentally pulled a plastic container full of sliced watermelon soaking in sticky watermelon juice out of the refrigerator and dropped it on the floor where it splattered onto recently washed tile. This wasn't the sign of motherhood.
A split second after it hit the ground I yelled, "Oh Fudge!"
Those of you who know me well realize that this would not have been my F-word of choice just a few short weeks ago.
This concerns me.