Excuses, excuses

I had an experience this weekend that has really gotten me thinking. No, I will not post the details of it because frankly I'm trying to take the high road here.

But I've been thinking about the explanations people give to excuse explain their unacceptable behavior.

So because your sister/mother/child/spouse is sick/lost a job/didn't sleep well you have a right to be awful to another person? To publicly humiliate them? To behave in a way that is so obviously RUDE?

Now lest you all get offended in my behalf, really, it wasn't that bad. I was right. She was wrong. Not much more than that to say about it. But I did do that girly "I'm upset so I'm going to cry/face turns red/can't talk" thing even though she had not moved me to tears.

But we did have a really lovely block party. Perfect weather, THIS, tons of kids running around, bbq, a jumping jack from the city, and good friends. ESJ had their pathetic last minute birthday party (I HATE birthday parties) and enjoyed it even though 5 kids came-that's what you get for calling people on Thursday afternoon for a Sunday afternoon party but whateva.

Honestly, folks. I have a really sick kid. I'm frequently stressed/poor/sleep deprived/pulled in 400 different directions.Does that make it ok for me to abuse people? Obviously not.

But why does it make it ok for others?

On another note, ESJ are SO excited-we're taking them to Key Lime Cove tonight. Frankly, places like this scare the living daylights out of me. But they. cannot. wait. psycho. excited. We have 2 days until we get the D man from camp, and a place like this is sooooo not Dovi friendly. And thanks to David and Rochie and their awesome birthday gift to ESJ, we are off for 24 hours of insane water sliding terrifying-ness fun.

Yay!