photo © 2010 Oscar Castañón Barragán (via: Wylio)
What was up with last Friday?
I am not a crying kinda girl. I loathe crying. It makes my head hurt, my eyes itch, and my trashcan overflow with Puffs Plus with Lotion.
And yet, on Friday, I cried pretty much all day. Good thing I was alone in the house. (Supposed to be writing, but instead, I was sniffling and mopping my eyes all day.)
For the life of me, I can't pin down why I was so weepy. Pretty much everything made me cry. Happy things, sad things, ordinary see-em-every-day things. I ran through the usual list of culprits for unexplained tears: No, I'm not pregnant (that ship has sailed.) No, I'm not PMS-ing (that ship sailed too.) No, I'm not depressed...at least I don't think I am...would I know if I was? Is wondering about it a sign that you're not? Or a sign that you are??? More tears.
And my poor husband and son. It snowed hard on Friday afternoon into the evening, and when they got home from work, my husband said we needed to cancel date-night because of the weather.
I promptly burst into tears. Again. For the millionth time that day. Poor man. The son was smart. He scattered.
I apologized for crying, told my husband I had no explanation, and it wasn't due to date-night being canceled (though that always makes me sad.) I was just a sodden mess with no clue why.
Then my husband did the sweetest thing. He put his arms around me and said, "I think we should go sit in the living room with all the lights off except those on the Christmas tree, and we should just talk."
So we did, and in a few minutes, I felt a zillion times better. We talked about Christmas and snow and the kids and work and life and movies and a whole bunch of inconsequential stuff, and poof, my whole take on the day changed.
I love that man.
Have you ever had a weepy day with no clue as to why?