IAFS is my new parenting – hell, life – motto. It’s super versatile sentiment and thinking/saying it is a great way to release stress, laugh, and not feel too derailed when life inevitably goes awry. IAFS is my acronym for “it’s always fucking something.”
Here are a few recent real-life examples for me:
- Donor left a nastygram on my work voicemail because she double clicked the submit button on our online donation form and her credit card was charged twice. Because it’s our fault. IAFS!
- The repair person who is supposed to complete a few projects in our bathroom has been dragging the project on for almost two weeks now. Each time he calls with a different excuse as to why he needs to change plans or can’t complete the project in the time he quoted, you can guess what immediately runs through my head: IAFS!
- E is at the peak of the bell curve for babies’ prevalence for spit up based on age. To this end, K and I have what we’ve lovingly referred to as “barf trauma” and constantly feel on edge. After a particularly fountainous spew and subsequent Baby/Mama clean-up, I returned to the scene of the crime to snap a photo (shown below – those with weak stomachs, avert your eyes!) to show Daddy the lovely mess Mommy had to handle while he was at work. I realized that, while I was triaging our clean-up, our younger dog had proceeded to lick up the majority of the mess. IA – *gag* – FS!!!!!!!!!
What’s a recent experience in which thinking “IAFS!” could have diffused tension in your life?