Being a grown up sucks, but here's the thing: my sleeping four year old doesn't know that his insomniac mother, when she couldn't sleep at 2am, decided to check twitter and watched unfold, in real time, a series of horrific events in Boston. He doesn't know that an entire city is locked down, in the grip of terror.
My instinct today is to stay home, draw the curtains, and keep my family close. Yes, even if what kept me up last night happened on the other edge of the continent. The thing about social media, is there's no "over there" anymore. We're all connected now. I'm firmly in the "that's a good thing" camp, but it does make everything, both good and bad, and terrifying, feel closer to home.
But sound asleep Imp doesn't need to know. This is what we do, as parents. We strive to keep the world normal for our children. For as long as we can, we work hard to keep the world as it should be, where people share, and take their turns, and say please and thank you, instead of delivering it to them as it is, unfiltered.
Which is why, despite my yearning to go back to bed and shut the world out and just not deal, I'm up, and baking blueberry mini-muffins for Imp's class bake sale today.
Which I had to do twice because I completely forgot the blueberries the first time around. It's going to be a long day.