We Weren't There For Fun And Some Games Tonight

We had our first really rough night at My Gym tonight. LMJ was out of sorts for reasons I’m sure her mother would rather I not detailed. LMJ had a rough night. She was forced to flip over a bar, which she would have thought was a bunch of fun but she wasn’t in control so she freaked out. She got run over by the class pariah. I don’t know how to explain to a two year old, sweet, innocent, little girl that she needs to throw a straight right and knock this fool out. I kind of feel bad for the kid because he’s not getting any limits set for him by his parent(s) and it’s going to lead to a lot of ass whippings when he runs into bigger kids. The worst part of the night for LMJ was separation time. That’s when the kids are supposed to play together without us being involved. We’re not good with this part. Last week we sat there and she was never more than two feet away from us, which totally defeated the purpose of the exercise. This week we got out of the way like we’re supposed to, and she lost sight of us and panicked. It was not cool. She was really broken hearted. If she decides to write a Mommy Dearest type book twenty years from now, this was the spark that lit the fire. She was more than a little clingy for the last ten minutes of class. She would calm down for a bit but as soon as someone talked to her or made eye contact she started crying again. I guess she just wanted everyone to pretend that the elephant wasn’t in the room. It’s funny how certain weird personality traits are hereditary. She reacted exactly like her mother would even though she’s never seen her mother in a situation like tonight’s. I, on the other hand, had a pretty good night. There was a slutty mom with fake boobs, a low cut blouse, and wearing a thong. Silver lining and all that.