weapons of massdistraction

Today went sideways fast. I’ve shed tears of sadness and tears of frustration. The first round came when I discovered some good friends lost their home to a fire yesterday. In the fire many things were destroyed or damaged but what they really lost was their cat Henry. By some stroke of luck their other cat survived and is recovering after medical intervention. And they themselves were unharmed as they weren’t home at the time. But it’s still unbearably sad.

The second set of tears was caused by an altercation at, of all places, our gym. As I loped along on the treadmill a staff member approached to tell me my son had shoved and hit a girl in the childcare room. This was unprecedented. I rushed in for a sitrep and found the little man sitting in the corner trying not to cry. Excruciating. He apologized to the girl, grabbed his boots and left before I could suss it out. But I did notice scratch marks all along his arm - which I indicated to the oblivious staff. I didn’t sort out all the details until the drive home and even then it took a while to piece together. Apparently my creative son had made some Shark Boy fins from paper and taped them to himself. But a group of little girls ganged up on him hellbent on tearing them off (because they wanted to play puppies, not sharks) and managed to scratch him in the process. Instead of flagging down an adult he got mad (rightfully so) because he was being hurt and so he pushed back (wrong answer). The biggest problem? They were younger/smaller than he is. So he comes out looking like the bad guy. I hate this shit. BOO and also HISS.

Also? I’d never abandoned a workout before. Now I know it’s akin to coitus interruptus. I didn’t get my much-needed endorphin rush and am ending the day feeling particularly low and defeated. But I will try again tomorrow.