Sometimes I just don't get it . . . . And then other times I
really really don't get it.
My family lost a good friend this week. She was my mom' s next door neighbor for 30 years, and my son's godmother. The funeral was today. I didn't feel like going to work afterward and besides it was my husbands pay day, so I didn't go. NM offered to take us and buy my kiddo some new hockey gear and school books, both of which he desperately needs and which I would have been earning the money for tonight anyway.
So anyway, we were eating dinner and my son (age

said the most tasteless, disgusting, and cruel thing, which I never could have imagined he would say. I looked at him in absolute horror for a second before I broke down in tears, and the look on my face triggered him to cry too and say he was sorry. So I got him calmed down so he wouldn't get more upset and disturb the whole restaurant, but I could not speak for quite a while. I just sat there with my face hidden in my hands and the tears running down. He obviously didn't realize why what he had said was so tasteless and offensive. My mom gave him the most appropriate, nice, and reasonable explanation--Far better than I could have done at the time, and just as good as anything I would have come up with on a good day.
How on earth could this have been the same woman who has said some of the most awful things and treated every horrible event in my life as a minor speedbump, which I had no right to be upset about?

What WAS that?