A visual growth chart of my migraine this week, with Wednesday's blood thirsty version looking "like a freaked," as Rocket said. Right now, the pain is small, but the fogginess is high. I keep forgetting what I was supposed to do. Yesterday, the good points of my day included nausea and shakiness.
But in other non-medical news, I lost a good pair of sunglasses at the gym today. I know, will the tragedy never end?
Rocket was called a bully by a mom this week, who had backed him up against a tree and stood over him to make her point. The point being that crazy people find their way into my life. What she accused Rocket of doing (shoving, knocking down, and hurting her son) isn't true, they don't even interact at all, and I can say that after hearing from Rocket's teachers and the boy's teachers.
The mom had talked to her son's teachers, was told it doesn't happen, but they will watch, yet she chose to bully Rocket even though I stood by, telling me after that she thought if he heard from the boy's mom, "it would scare him from touching [her child] again." Never mind the touching never happened. I talked to Rocket's teacher, to the mom, then to the teacher again the next day, and while I know I handled the situation appropriately from a civil standpoint, the mom in me wanted to flip the eff out. She bullied my son, to teach him that bullying was wrong, even though there was no playground bullying to begin with. Another child reported that the mom was saying to Rocket, "Keep your hands off of [her kid]." Her face was so close to Rocket's, I couldn't make out her words at all.
If my child said another kid hit and hurt him, I would be angry too, but I'd talk to the teachers and then, if not satisfied, the parent. Especially when the parent is standing nearby, available to talk. I wouldn't go up to a child in a threatening way.
I've been reassured by the school that the problem is not with Rocket, and that they will watch the situation, but I worry that I failed Rocket. When I saw the mom talking to him, I thought Rocket had bumped into her kid while I had looked away. He's not malicious and I knew he wouldn't do any thing intentionally, but maybe he bumped the boy while running around with one of his friends. When I found out that nothing had happened in the moment, then found out nothing had even happened on the playground, I regret not stopping this mom the second she approached Rocket and backed him into a tree. I regret believing her, even though I knew this didn't sound like behavior I've ever seen from him. It's so hard to figure out how to respond in the moment, and while taking the high road was a good response, there is no feeling of satisfaction. And the worst of it was that one of my first thoughts after the confrontation was that I am no Sarah Palin grizzly mama. I had failed Sarah Palin! The bar was set low, yet I toppled right over it.
So, by noon, Monday, my week was shot to hell. Sprinkle some chocolate on top of the stress, and voila! A freaked migraine!
