The Jerk

I just got home from Angel's Camp. The kids and I went up there for the weekend to visit with Demariea and to spend his day pass with him. We stayed at the condo that is in our time share.

I was pretty sick and, therefore, a wee bit cranky (okay, I was a witch!). It was Saturday night and the twins, Dani (Robbie's girlfriend) and I were sitting at the table playing a game. Next door it sounded like a 3-ring circus was going on. I could hear young kids running, pounding, screaming and slamming doors. It was out and out chaos (at least from my pounding headache perspective).

Finally, I had had enough. (This would surprise most peeps that know me because I am a notorious doormat). I went to the front door and ripped it open (I was gonna open a can of whoop ass on some kids, dog gone it!). About four little kids (around ages 4-6) froze and looked at me in horrified anticipation. Right then a mom popped her head out of the unit next door and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. They are so excited to go to the pool and, really we were just leaving."

As I looked at these darling kids (one little girl had glasses on that reminded me of my Brian when he was little) my heart just melted in one big blob on the floor. I looked at the little girl and said, "Oooh, are you just so excited to go play?" She nodded her little head in the affirmative.

I looked at the mom and said, "No worries. I was just wondering if there was a party going on that I was missing out on. Have fun, guys!" They laughed and said, "Okay!"

I went back in feeling like the biggest jerk EVER! Dani and the twins just looked at me with a quizzical look and I said, "What can I say? They were just so dang cute and that little girl with her glasses on . . . how could I get mad?"