I didn’t *mean* to. I knew better. But he got my goat and I did it anyway – I yelled at my son.

The windows were open.

The neighbor who already thinks poorly of us was sitting out on her front porch – directly across the street from my open window.

Now, *I* know that my son & I apologized to each other… but SHE doesn’t.

Our unloving words flew across the street and into her ears… but the softer, loving ones did not.

Sigh.