So I did something stupid today. I visited a friend’s house while she was not home. Worse yet, her children were. Carol and I are pretty close and I thought I’d stop by and play with/watch the kids until she came home. We’d kinda made plans to hang out, so I thought it wouldn’t be that big a deal. Now, we’d talked before how she doesn’t like people just stopping by. Strike ONE on my part. Carol absolutely hates it. I think it’s because it makes her feel like she has to entertain and have her house clean. She doesn’t have to entertain me or clean house for me. In fact, when we hang out, I’m the one who does all the entertaining. I figured we were cool enough that it she’d get over it. Maybe, maybe not.
Carol calls me while I’m at her house and I hesitate, and tell her that I am actually at her house. Hindsight is 20/20 and she is livid. She can’t understand why I would do something like that when I know how she feels. I tell her something about really needing to use the restroom and being in the area. Of course she doesn’t buy it and asks me if that’s all I can come up with. I actually really did need to use the restroom. I had just finished a whole bottle of water and I can’t hold anything since my lithotripsy. Anyways, we obviously didn’t have plans to hang out anymore, as I’d violated her trust. So I leave and a couple of minutes later she calls back and wants to be more clear in her anger towards my actions. I don’t have kids and Carol does, so maybe I can’t understand her thinking she tells me, but she just can’t have anyone knocking on her door and going into her house. Even people the children know. The kids can’t think that it’s okay to let anyone in. Strike TWO. I see where she’s coming from. I get that she was extremely angry. I did something that she did not appreciate. I did something that placed her children in danger. She needed to make sure I understood that. I’m sorry Carol. All I can say is that I am sorry. It was rude and moreover, I wasn’t thinking how a mother might feel about someone visiting her kids like that. It will never happen again. If there’s a way to make it up to you, please tell me.
This picture is for illustrative purposes only.
P.S. Yes I know that I referenced strike one and two. Where is the three? I couldn’t keep up the metaphor. If you think of it, comment and maybe I’ll change the post.