Yesterday I picked up DD from daycare. She was immediately a basket case and threw herself down on the floor in a tantrum, not wanting to go home. As is her character lately, three minutes later she was fine. A friend's mom came to pick up her daughter, and DD leaned over and hugged the other little girl and said, "I love you, friend." My heart melted. The other little girl looked right at her mom and said, "Mama, I don't LIKE her." Without warning, I burst into tears. It seriously broke my heart. I know that kids say these things, and DD herself pulls crap like this all the time, but I cried off and on all night thinking about it.
This morning I stopped off to get hot chocolate at a coffee shop and the man behind me in line said very sweetly, "you look great. Hope you're getting plenty of rest these days." Again, I cried. I cried all the way to my car.
I got in the car, got halfway to work, and my favorite kitschy Christmas song came on the radio - "Do They Know It's Christmas" by Band Aid. (shuuut it.) You guessed it - I cried. All the way to work. Poor, starving, African children!
I reapplied my eye makeup, but man, I look like hell.
eddy, just a little, but mostly because I'm jealous of the cat getting to lay down and snuggle under warm covers. It's 0 degrees and icy today and I have zero energy. Weep.