I decided last year that February was the month for F words.  It was during this month that my fastidiously constructed self censoring wall floundered and my language was once again flecked with expletives that formerly would have been followed by the taste of soap.  Although I haven’t fallen into my pre-children range of four-lettered words the wall definitely has foundered.  February is frequently fraught with foul feelings.  It is frightful how forlorn facing February can be.  Freezing weather and frigid feet foster frustration and wishes for fairer weather, formulating the foundation for my renewed more frequent use of profanity.  Alliteration not withstanding, the kids and I are finding at least one F word that is a factor of each day.  Falling, fancy (supplied by my eldest), frigid, freezing, and forgetting have been first, but I have faith that we will eventually encounter farcical, fabulous, funky, fascinating, fortitude to force fun into an otherwise flagrantly fiendish fortnight (x2)…