My middle boy gets up in the middle of the night to check on his goldfish and hermit crab, always working himself up into a worry about their fragile lives। This morning he forgot to feed the fish and change her water before starting schoolwork, and was freaking out because I was making him finish his current math page before getting up to do it. When he finally was allowed up to do it, he accidentally flipped the fish onto the table. She then flopped herself onto the floor and was very bouncy and difficult to scoop up. I was in the bathroom and heard him screaming like his own life was ending. He couldn't catch her and was fighting against his despair to keep trying. I got her back in the water and she seems fine now, but that was definitely an ordeal for him. He cries over the death of random bugs. He looks the way I feel after he does something like dash into traffic: emotionally exhausted. I don't think he's going to be any good for math for the next hour or so.
Edited to add: Sure enough, just after I posted this, he immediately fell fast asleep (even though he had a good twelve hours last night).
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