Depending on who's talking we call it a tongue lashing or, better yet, a butt whuppin'.
Got reprimanded by a long-time Internet friend, scolding me for being harsh when speaking of my mom.
My first line of defense in my head was...have you ever done what we're in the midst of? Do you have elderly, disabled relatives living with you? Do you struggle with depression? How's your extended support group, apart from your immediate family? Is there one? How's your mental health? Do you honestly believe that criticizing someone doing this is a help?
Nope, no angels in this house, but ordinary folks doing the Lord's business in a flawed way.
She's not reading this unless she just can't help herself. Doubt it.
I don't owe anyone an explanation of what my emotions are at any given time, or why I gripe so much. Truly, it's my blog and I can gripe to my heart's content. And I will say, I am content to gripe.
Youngest daughter, who turns 15 next month, had watched me emailing this friend over this nonsense, and asked me what was going on. I shared with her and she said, "Well, I guess she wouldn't take the legs then, huh?"
Inside joke here. If you commit a crime, you'll recognize a faithful friend or family member if they'll carry the legs of the victim to help you out.
Made me laugh. I want to be the friend who will take the legs. Absolutely.