Last night was climbing night. May is going to be late, so I decided to go early and do some bouldering and stretches before she gets there. I boulder for a while, then do my PT stretches, then boulder some more. When May arrives, I’m working on a V2 with the cute boy. And by boy, I mean a high school senior. Still cute, with nice abs, and an excellent climber. Because he’s coaching me, I attempt some moves I normally would never try without a mat underneath me. May is amused by this.

She’s got her kids with her. They are chatty and friendly. May is not happy about something, though. Brad picks up the kids at some point while we’re climbing. They didn’t even say bye, which I thought was odd.

So, we’re climbing a couple of routes. She goes up a 5.10. I go up the same one with poor results – all the bouldering has worn me out already. I come down, and May bursts into tears

Much hugging and tears follow. Turns out her son had not one, but two mega tantrums in the span of 4 days. The most recent one was that very day. It’s been a long time since he’s had any. She managed to keep her cool both times, and any mom who has tried to remain calm in the face of a tantrum is extremely draining. I really feel for her.

I only recently got respite from Zander tantrums, and it seems that Zevan is on his way to starting his extreme tantrum phase. I have to say I’m NOT looking forward to it AT ALL.

So we climb a few more routes – I’m tired, she’s tired, and we call it a night and head over to Village Inn for the comfort of diner food.

By the end of the night, it seems she’s feeling better.

Update 10/6:
Turns out there was a reason for the tantrum on Wednesday, at least. A school related incident that would have made me have a tantrum, too. As a mom, it’s nice to figure out a reason behind the madness. If only I could figure it out for 2 1/2 year olds…