Sometimes You Don't Realize You are Speaking Out Loud

It's Christmas time.  Everyone is supposed to be full of love, joy, peace.

So.
Hubs buys a bench and some weights and installs it in our closet, for some reason.
The other night he and Walks With Purpose are checking it out.  He swings a weight around and accidentally scrapes the wall with it.  Naturally, Dammit escapes him.
WWP is on the bench attempting sit-ups.  Which, for those who have seen her Buddha belly, was really quite a sight to behold, I'm sure.  Anyway, each time she is able to come up for a sit-up, a Dammit escapes her.  Thankfully, she was only able to complete about 3 sit-ups before the Buddha got tired.

This Dammit thing is her go-to, apparently.  The other night GoGo was working on her math homework on the computer and must have missed a question and a sigh of frustration escapes her.
Next to her, a Dammit escapes Walks With Purpose.
GoGo calmly calls to me in the other room - "Mom, Nora said dammit."
Just as one would let you know there was someone on the phone for you or it was your turn in Monopoly.

This morning I consumed most of an entire pot of coffee so I'm a bit of a spaz.
WWP asks me to turn the Rudolph song on in the playroom, on GoGo's cd player.  I am attempting to turn it on as I lean precariously over the pile of toys/junk/etc that occupies that corner of the room.  I am hitting the button and nothing is happening and I'm becoming a wee bit frustrated.  I feel something not nice about to come out.
GoGo comes to my rescue.
"Mom, do you want me to show you how to use that?"  Pause.  "Because I know everything."
"Use what?", I ask.
"The cd player.  Because you were hitting it and that is NOT how you use it."

One of my sweet kids from my Faith Formation class was kind enough to give me a gift card to Dunkin' Doughnuts so I load all 3 kids up to go dine on bagels and fried dough.  Everyone of course is jockeying for a seat in the van (they really are ALL the same, people) and in the chaos, WWP bites GoGo on the belly.  I mean broke skin.  So now I have GoGo crying in the back with WWP yelling and blocking my path and D playing his DS mumbling something about how he just wanted a bacon/egg/cheese bagel.
Jesus-Mary-and Joseph people!!!  Can't we even ride to the DD in peace???  It IS Christmas after all.

We are officially on Christmas break.  Beginning today, we have 16 days to enjoy one another.
And I fully intend to do so, dammit.  Merry Christmas!