Warning: If you find swearing offensive then it is best to not read this post.
You might not say it from the heading of this post but I am not really one for swearing profusely. However, when frustration arises, there is no other word that allows one to express oneself quite so eloquently as the good old ‘F’ word. ‘Oh Bother, bugger, gosh darnit’ just do not have quite the same impact as ‘Fuck it’ or ‘Oh Fuck!’ I remember watching an Oprah once (yes, I’m that kind of a woman) where she spoke about words having energy and there is a definite kind of energy that these words carry which really allows you to express yourself in a way that other words just don’t.
But anyway, this post is not about semantics, it is about one of the best weekends my husband and I have spent together since having kids where our mantra and saviour for the weekend inadvertently seemed to be ‘For Fucks Sake!’
It all started at home a few days before leaving. My husband was busy making coffee for me (one of my ultimate pleasures) when a seal in the gasket burst causing the coffee to explode all over. Needless to say this was met by a very impromptu and expressive, ‘For F***s Sake!’ from my husband. My daughters thought this was hysterical and started repeating again and again as only little kids can,‘For F***s Sake, For F***s Sake, For F***s Sake!’ We all laughed as it was one of those moments as parents when you need to put the rules aside of what’s ok and what’s not and allow yourselves to be in the moment of what is actually a pretty funny moment. But of course, as kids do so well, they take it to a whole other level when it stops being funny and almost force you back into that often unwanted role of needing to put the boundaries down. (Why can’t they just stop when it stops being funny???)
So we go away for our weekend with this moment fresh in our minds from just a few days before. We were off to a friend’s brother’s wedding in Stellenbosch on a Thursday at 5:30pm in the afternoon. We were meant to get going earlier but as that never actually happens, we end up leaving later than expected and end up smack bam in traffic! And here’s when our first ‘For F***s Sake’ makes its appearance. Because it had become a bit of a joke in our house due to the whole coffee explosion and our girls repeatedly saying it, everytime we said it now, it was a source of laughter and actually great release. Whereas we might normally be getting annoyed and agitated that we’re running seriously late and might even start putting blame on whose fault it was, it just dissipated that energy and made us laugh and throw our hands up in resignation, surrender and say, ‘For F***s Sake!’
Having just made it to our guest house in time, we literally had 10 minutes to shower, get dressed and leave. I am in and out of that shower in no time. Towards the end of my shower, I start noticing the water pressure is decreasing dramatically but as I’m done and have gotten my shampoo out, I don’t think much of it. Until my husband gets in the shower, that is, turns the tap to no water coming out and exclaims, ‘For F***s Sake!’ At that very moment, they have put the water off and so my husband has to get out of the shower and go jump in the pool to freshen up! Once again, although hardly an ideal situation, we still keep our sense of humour in tact.
After all that rushing the wedding started late as half the people coming on a bus from Cape Town were delayed in traffic…We had a great wedding, got back at about 2am and went off to sleep only to be woken by clunk, clatter, scraping as our room was right next to the breakfast area and we could hear them busy setting up for breakfast at 7 o’clock in the morning! Needless to say, we woke up, looked at each other and there it was again, ‘For F***s Sake!’ At the best of times, that’s not so cool to be woken up after having very little sleep but when you’re on a weekend..away from your kids…that’s just not on! We were meant to stay there another night but we were not prepared to be woken up again the next morning so my hubby very apologetically went to tell them that this isn’t going to work for us while I started looking for somewhere else to stay. The people were very understanding and sweet so that all ended well.
We struggled to find somewhere else to stay at such short notice until we came across a room available at Zorgvliet. They had a special on one of their rooms. Totally out of our normal budget range, we were tired, caught up in this ‘go with the flow of it weekend’ and decided, ‘Let’s do it!’ and off we went to one our most expensive rooms to date. I have to say, it was so worth it! The room was one of the best rooms I’ve stayed in. However, just as we were going to sleep we hear a very loud sounding noise which sounds like a cricket in the room…For F***s Sake! Thankfully, we found the cricket behind the curtains and went off soundly to sleep, so happy that we had changed places which helped to make it the perfect end to our weekend, our weekend of laughing, going with the flow and being spontaneous. Our weekend where Instead of getting annoyed that things didn’t go how they were meant to, as we normally might have done, we ended up taking it in our stride, exclaiming ‘For F***s Sake!’ and in that release and letting go, realised that things went exactly how they were meant to.