I had this whole post written for today about this horrible woman I met when Mia was a baby who was incredibly cruel to me for no reason. She objected, I guess, to my decision not to let Mia cry herself to sleep while she bragged about how she had left her teething daughter (the same age as Mia) to scream in her crib for three hours, and she used that as a jumping-off point to ridicule and mock me. And seriously, this is a woman I met at the pool, barely even an acquaintance, she had no business saying a word to me about anything.
And I told how I recently ran into this woman and about the delicious sense of schadenfreude I experienced when I saw her current situation (which I described in some detail). And I admitted what a bad person I was to take such joy in someone else's misfortune, but hey, I thought, she hurt my feelings a couple of years ago, so I'm entitled.
Except that I'm not. I mean, I think I am entitled to giggle a bit gleefully to myself about a bit of perceived comeuppance, but I'm not entitled to crow about it to the rest of the world. Hey, look at me, I must be maturing or something.