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Mental Health Day
Nov. 14th, 2017 09:42 am Mason is at home today, ostensibly due to an upset stomach. He has been sick, but, more than anything, it's clear he needed a mental health day. We ended up having a horrible fight yesterday. We were talking about the news and I accidentally made it sound as if I thought the potential write-in candidate in Alabama (Strange) was "just as bad" as Moore (the pedophile.) It was a complete mistake. If I could go back, I'd have said that I preferred the Democrat over any of them, which was the point I'd intended.
Instead, I said something that made it sound as though somehow I'd prefer the pedophile over the other guy.... which Mason, who is FOURTEEN has every reason to be completely horrified by.
Mason is fourteen. He's at that age where lines are drawn in the sand and to be on the wrong side of those lines is something one should take arms against. AND HE'S NOT WRONG.
So it was messy. We got through it, though, but not before a lot of tears (on both sides) and some screaming. And, then, just when things had calmed down and Mason was decompressing with a little gaming, the ROG seemed to glitch out on him. We were able to fix that, too, but it was the last straw.
He's sleeping in right now and I don't plan to wake him any time soon.
My birthday week could have started a bit better, though things seem to be turning around for me, at least. I found a dollar in the wash and then, when I went to the coffee shop, I discovered my punch card was full and I got a free latte. Yay! Little things. That's what gets a person through. Now, I'm headed off to the grocery store to get the fixings for Zupa Englias, an Italian custard trifle thing we make, because we're having a friend over for coffee and desert tonight. But, I need to let the custard sit for awhile, so I should probably head off and get that stuff now rather than later.
K. Take care y'all. And be careful what you say around your teens!
Instead, I said something that made it sound as though somehow I'd prefer the pedophile over the other guy.... which Mason, who is FOURTEEN has every reason to be completely horrified by.
Mason is fourteen. He's at that age where lines are drawn in the sand and to be on the wrong side of those lines is something one should take arms against. AND HE'S NOT WRONG.
So it was messy. We got through it, though, but not before a lot of tears (on both sides) and some screaming. And, then, just when things had calmed down and Mason was decompressing with a little gaming, the ROG seemed to glitch out on him. We were able to fix that, too, but it was the last straw.
He's sleeping in right now and I don't plan to wake him any time soon.
My birthday week could have started a bit better, though things seem to be turning around for me, at least. I found a dollar in the wash and then, when I went to the coffee shop, I discovered my punch card was full and I got a free latte. Yay! Little things. That's what gets a person through. Now, I'm headed off to the grocery store to get the fixings for Zupa Englias, an Italian custard trifle thing we make, because we're having a friend over for coffee and desert tonight. But, I need to let the custard sit for awhile, so I should probably head off and get that stuff now rather than later.
K. Take care y'all. And be careful what you say around your teens!