Yet another example of just b/c you can procreate doesn't mean you should

As many of you know, my parents took the six of us (the two of them, the hubby, the kids and me) on a cruise to Mexico last week. My mom and I looked at various options and I felt that five days was as long as I could manage four people in a cabin and having the kids off their routine.
The cruise itself is a whole other post that may or may not happen depending on if and when I recover! Look to the other site in a couple days for some nice pics though.
When we boarded we had to do the obligatory safety drill which involved putting on our life jackets, going to our muster station and then standing on the deck near our life boats.
There was a woman there with her teenage son and twin tween daughters. She would not SHUT THE EFF UP while on the deck. She had a glass of wine that she sloshed as much on to the deck as into her mouth. I know that we were on vacation but do you really need to drink that badly that you couldn't put your drink down for 30 minutes to do the damn drill? How pathetic. And it wasn't like she was just talking quietly to the person next to her. Oh no, she was broadcasting for the whole known world. Really. Shut. The. Eff. Up. Lady.
The next day, I discovered that she was staying just a few cabins down from us, so basically in between my cabin and my parents'.
I had the baby in the snugli and the toddler by the hand and was trying to squeeze through the passageway. She was in the hall with her tweens, a security guard, some young woman, and a sobbing 10ish year old boy. Something about him losing his brother(s) or something. Anyway, I said excuse me at least three times to try to get past one of her girls. I didn't want to bump past her and then have Drunk Tank yell at me for knocking her kid around. Finally, she said "well just go" and I said "I would if you'd move."
Just as I slide the key into the door, I hear "someone needs a drink." I swear to holy heaven if I hadn't had my kids with me and she didn't have hers I would have said, "not everyone needs to be drunk to deal with their kids." Even at two and a half and eight months, that's not the example I want to set. But I swear, what a big bag of ass.
I later saw her lounging by the pool. Her top was not completely covering all the necessary space. And she had a tat poking out of her bottom and a tat around her belly button. Personally, I don't care for tats. Some are beautiful pieces of art but they're just not for me. Most of my friends have tats (many of which were the result of drunken college nights or from being in the military). But she was in her early 40s. She was not in college (if ever) during that craze. This is clearly someone who is trying to recapture a youth that she didn't have cause she probably got knocked up too young (aren't I a lovely shade of judgemental?). Anyway, the tats just didn't strike me as particularly maternal etchings. Shoulda figured.
Who knows, maybe she really actually is a good mom. But I doubt it. Because on the day of debarkation I heard her nagging her teenage son about getting in the shower and getting ready to go. That it wasn't necessary to lounge for 30 minutes upon awaking and prior to getting in to the shower.
Seeing as how we were supposed to be out of the cabins by 8:30 that morning, I planned ahead and had our stuff ready to go, clothes laid out, yada yada. Now with two small kids, I know it's easier to control their actions. But last I checked, she was supposed to be in charge and in control. Why'd she let her son lounge for 30 minutes? Easy for me to speak now since mine are years away from being teenagers. But I'm already instilling in them that when I say something, I expect to be listened to. And I expect it to be done the first time I say something. Lay the foundation now, have a sturdy structure later. Maybe she was too busy drinking when her son was little and she didn't quite get around to raising him.
So as I said before, just because you can procreate doesn't mean you should. If you're not prepared to be a parent everyday for the rest of your life, DON'T HAVE KIDS. It's a full time job that has no time clock. There is no punching off a shift once you become a parent. It's FOREVER.
Everyone needs a vacation and I like a glass (or two or three) of wine just like the next adult. But I don't drink around my kids. I also know that my kids don't care how I feel the next morning and that I'm chiefly responsible for them no matter what I did the night before. This means that drinking holds little appeal to me. And it's a sad sign if she's drinking to escape her kids. I can understand drinking to escape other things, but when you're the single parent of the kids with you, then what do you have to escape but them? And who else is going to be looking out for them while you "party like a rockstar"--her goal one afternoon?
So what happens when your kids grow up before you do? What happens when they out mature you? You end up like this woman.