Yesterday I cried. I was standing in front of the dryer, folding clothes and it happened. I started and then I wondered why it felt so weird. I can't remember the last time I cried. Not my normal "I can't remember what happened yesterday." But like "what is this my body is doing?" Today I am trying to figure out why it happened:
The kids had argued/complained/ignored me/hit eachother/whined for 2 hours straight. (Their schools closed because of the cold and ice and Southerners don't like either.)
I had wanted to get housework done quickly so that we could have a free day together at home. They just wanted me to work while they slept, argued, put many items on the floor, and watched TV.
I stayed home from work to be with them and realized it had been a while since I had to clean and referee children at the same time. Took me back to my least happy days.
I heard an interview on the radio saying that while married women are less happy, healthy, more prone to depression and alcoholism than single women, married men are more happy, and healthy than single men. Hmm.
Then Cyler came in with news from his State of the Union conference call with the company he works for. They will no longer provide health insurance for dependents, implementing salary cuts, and they are "restructuring" bonuses (not in our favor). Here is irresponsible capitalism and the negative side of socialism come to kick me in the rear.
And then I cried because I don't know how to fix any of it.
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Sometimes crying is all we can and should do. Then it seems to be just a little bit better.
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