My week is finally turning for the better.
Josh had a bit of a bad day on Wednesday which meant that I had a bad day on Wednesday and Thursday (I always have to go one better). He left to go to work on Wednesday and simply couldn't face it so he turned around and came home. He's only been there a couple of months so it's too soon to be taking time off so I of course get freaked out that he'll lose his job.
We did a lot of talking on Wednesday. There are some very big advantages to having a work-from-home job. Being available for your kids is one of them. I told him that I thought he needed to get more in control of his life. He's like a whirling dervish at times. We had a long weekend last weekend and he spent every night out with his friends. All night out = not enough sleep. There was too much alcohol consumed and alcohol is a depressant. Not enough sleep + too much alcohol = a not-very-happy Josh.
So we nutted out a bit of a plan to help him cope better with his life. Less alcohol. More sleep. More exercise. Being more organised. Putting more positive things in his life than negative ones.
Needless to say, though, I still worried for most of the day and into the night. The worry pervaded my dreams and a nightmare woke me up and kept me awake for ages so I turned off my alarm and said goodbye to any chance of running hills in the morning. Sometimes sleep is more important.
But because I didn't run in the morning it freed me up to run that evening and I did. And I had company. Josh decided to come with me. We had a lovely 12k run in the dark wearing our safety lights (Josh has special lights that flash disco-style and look like he's having a party all by himself) and Josh's mood was SO much better. Running is the BEST anti-depressant.