After a very long and stressfull day at work, as I was taking a pizza out of the oven, I dropped it face down on our extremely dirty kitchen floor (during a remodel). villageidiot had to clean it up and console me. "Don't cry over spilt pizza!" I really wanted that pizza.
During my high school senior trip they had us on and off buses all day for sightseeing. At the end of the very long day, they would only let 4 of us off the bus at a time because they didn't want us disturbing other hotel guests. I remember a girl tried to cut ahead of my seatmate and me to get off the bus and I had a total meltdown. I can't remember if I yelled and cried, but I was mortified. I wonder if the girl still remembers that.
I cried when my fiance told me that he thought my first choice of wedding venue was a bad idea. I was heartbroken.
A few minutes ago, I was listening to my Glee Pandora station (shut up) and "Born This Way" came on. I was holding the baby and just thinking about how awesome he's going to be no matter what and how big of a responsibility H and I have to help him through life and the tears started flowing. When do PP hormones even out?
When I was 4 wks pg, I wanted an egg sandwich like whoa. So I cooked an egg in the microwave, like I had done a billion times before, but I overcooked and it exploded. I sank down to the kitchen floor, in HYSTERICAL hiccuping sobs. DH walked in an was like "WTF? WHO DIED!" And all I could get out was "I waaaaaaaaaaaaant m-m-m-m-m-yyyy eh-eh-eh-eggg!!!!!!"
Um, I cry about a lot of stupid things now that I am pregnant.
Last night I cried because H made me a burger and forgot the cheese. I wasn't even actually upset but my natural reaction to things now seems to be crying.
Normally I never cry unless it's something very serious or touching.
I was mad at my mom once and went shopping. I bought a purse. When I got home I cried that she didn't deserve to see my new purse, but I was going to show it to her anyway because I wanted her to see it.
Postpartum is the WORST. H brought DS and I home from the hospital and promptly left to go run some errands. The bed was piled high with crap because he had been cleaning and I had nowhere to put the baby down. I was livid he hadn't put the RnP together and my dad was bringing our four year old home. I was two days out from having a baby and I was left all alone. I was angry and scared and I just cried and cried. Then I pulled up my big girl panties, cleaned off the bed, called my dad, asked him to bring me my child and a sandwich.
I had terrible PMS and cried hysterically when my boyfriend at the time took the crispier piece of baked chicken of the two pieces I had made us for dinner. But I'm a crier so I could make a very long list of ridiculous times I've burst into tears.
Post by lissaholly on Apr 30, 2013 15:22:07 GMT -5
Once, in my mid twenties I was out running with my dog. My dog saw a squirrel or something and cut me off, I fell. A middle aged dad ( kid was in the yard) saw me fall and came over to check on me. Something about falling, scraping my knee and a father figure asking me if I was all right triggered tears. I didn't bawl, just big fat tears. I was SO embarrassed! I made haste.
Another, I was pregnant and had a lonnnng doctors appointment in which I brought my 3 year old. My parking ticket wasn't working to get out the garage. So I backed into the parking spot by the office, got out of the car when an attendant started to approach me. I just LOST it and started to bawl that I couldn't get out. She seemed a little frightened of me!
Post by game blouses on Apr 30, 2013 15:53:20 GMT -5
Another pizza one. I was like 7 months pregnant and we wanted to try a new pizza place, and DH (who is always on a health kick) wanted to try their cheese alternative. I just wanted a delicious pizza, but he insisted, so we got the alternative. And it sucked so much. I just cried and cried.
Right after we got back from our honeymoon, I had put the last piece of groom's cake in the fridge so it would thaw and I could have it after work. It was chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting. So delish.
When I got home, after a 13+ hour day, I couldn't find it in the fridge. Turns out DH ate it even after I told him I was saving it for after work. I just sat right down on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge and sobbed. I had a shit day trying to catch up after being out for 2 weeks and the only thing getting me through it was knowing that there was a delicious piece of chocolate cake waiting for me. And DH stole it from me. To this day I remind him how he ate my piece of cake, 5 years later.
A few years ago I had the flu, and the day I was going back to work I was still really dehydrated and just not 100%. I was making an english muffin for breakfast and I dropped it on the floor. Cue waterworks.
I also recently cried because I was just having one of those days where you feel like tears are on the verge, but for NO reason. I bent my glasses pulling them out of my bag and started sobbing in Best Buy. Sigh.
Post by 2boys2danes on Apr 30, 2013 17:39:03 GMT -5
H likes to remind me that many years ago when we were dating we went mountain biking together (he rides like 50 miles a day mind you) and I was having a hard time keeping up and I got bogged down and fell into a mud puddle and flopped around in tears bawling "I dont like this, I want to go home"... like a 2 year old
Then the next morning I said "that was kind of fun, I want to do it again"... he was all WTF
Post by litebright on Apr 30, 2013 17:41:23 GMT -5
When I was pregnant -- with DD1, I think -- I bawled my eyes out at a freaking talking-puppy movie trailer. It was called Snow Dogs or something like that, a plane crashes with puppies onboard and they're lost in the wilderness. I think it went straight to DVD, it was stupid and cheesy by Disney, of course.
And something about the sad talking puppies lost in the snowy woods just made me sob. DH was like, "Are you crying?!?!" and I was like, "WAAAAAAA!"
I don't think DH will ever let me live that down. I'm not sure I'll let myself live it down, either! DAMN YOU, HORMONES.
Just now. There is a dog on TV that helps this little girl with her juvenile diabetes, he alerts her when her sugars are high or low. I am crying like a sap.
Post by Captain Serious on May 1, 2013 12:25:48 GMT -5
When we adopted M, I kept up a password-protected blog to update family and close friends. I wrote this really emotional post about meeting him, and my mother-in-law printed it off and shared it with all her friends and coworkers.
When I found out, I was angry and upset, but I bawled on-and-off for two days when I discovered that my husband didn't think she did anything wrong, and told me to stop posting things like that to the internet if I couldn't handle it being public knowledge, password-protected or not. I couldn't believe he wasn't pissed off and had no intentions of asking her to not share future posts.
I'm a crier. When I'm really mad, sad movies and books, hell sometimes even happy movies and books. The worst is watching an adult man cry in a movie. I lose it.
My worst was when DS had an eye infection at 2 weeks old and needed eye drops. I remember sobbing to H that I was convinced DS was going to lose his eye.