Humans Are Hard

Let me just be totally candid here.  Sometimes other people just suck.  There's no real reason why...they just do.  Maybe the reason is some underlying cause that I don't know about, but maybe they just...well...suck.

I can be a pretty tolerant person.  It doesn't happen often, but on the rare occasion, I can put up with a lot of stuff.  I write it off as stress or ignorance or having a bad day, and make excuse after excuse.  It never goes well, and all it does is leave me with a bad taste in my mouth and the resolve to never let it happen again.  And it doesn't...

Until it does.  Again.  Without fail.

I don't get people who flake.  It makes me crazy.  Do I want to flake sometimes?  Hell yes I do.  But do I?  No.  If I DO have to flake on something, I feel really bad about it, and probably go a little too overboard on the apologies.  Also, excuses.  I make sure my excuses are probably entirely TMI, but I want people to be sure there is no question in their minds that I have done absolutely everything in my power to not flake.  It miiiiiiiiiiiiight be overkill, but if you've met me, you're probably not surprised.

Also, while we're on the topic...and (for the record) I don't really think we are...why do I let the flakes get to me?  Why can I not give them the benefit of the doubt and realize that, just as life happens in a big way in my household, it can also have that kind of an impact in another's household?

Because I've been burned way too many times, that's why.

Today, the hardest humans I've had to deal with are my children.  This is also not breaking news, but it might surprise you to hear that it is NOT my teen that is giving me the issues (today, at least...tomorrow is a whole 'nother ballgame), but the "tween" instead.  There's no rhyme or reason for it.  He's been "off" for a few months since he's been ill and recovering, but he has kind of moved past recovery mode and morphed into a person I don't even know.  And when his dad came to pick him up tonight (after he'd been at my house for approximately 4 hours during what's supposed to be my week), I looked him in the eye and said, "B, I love you always, no matter what, but sometimes liking you and your actions is really hard, and this is one of those times.  We always love each other because we're family, but we don't always have to like what each other does.  I know you don't always like what I do or say, and you know I don't always like what you do or say, but I always love you.  Right now, though?  It's really hard to like this kind of behavior."

That pretty much sums it up.  Add a few more people, varying levels of closeness, and a killer cold that's left me hacking nonstop without a voice, and you've got a pretty fancy (and exhausting) trifecta.

Which will be awesome while I'm chaperoning the 4th graders tomorrow on their field trip.

Sigh. Hack. Sniffle.

Aubs