Cry Me A River....

With every baby I birth comes one day that I am hormone-charged, sleep deprived, and all I do is cry. I cry about everything, anything, and nothing. All day long. This usually happens after 2 weeks when my Mom is still in town. This time I didn't have that day. I even mentioned it to my Mom how unusual it was. That day came. Today. It was lurking behind two more weeks of sleep deprivation. I woke up crying. My poor kids thought I'd blown a gasket. I cried because we were going to be late for the homecoming parade. I cried because we made it to the parade on time. I cried non-stop all day long. The worst was when I burst into tears as I walked into my friends living room to pick up Jack from her sons birthday party. These tears were compounded by the fact that Shawn was working today when I thought he'd be home. My poor friend took pity on me and invited all 4 of my kids over for pizza and to play for a few hours. My other friend brought me dinner and offered to take Presley for the night. (I couldn't part with the babe!) I must have seemed pretty pathetic. Thanks girls. I got some much needed sleep and a good dinner in my belly (that still seems to want to continue to look pregnant). The crying has finally subsided. I can now speak a coherent sentence without choking up. Now my eyes are burning from all the sobbing, and my lips are extremely dry due to losing all that moisture. Nothing a little sleep and carmex can't fix. Tomorrow is a new day. I'm sure my kids are hoping that it won't be a repeat of today. It won't. The "cry it out" day only happens once. Weird. I should have known I wouldn't be able to bypass it this time.