Such a Freaking Girl!
I cried that same quiet, slow rolling tear cry the entire drive home, then when I walked in the door I really let loose with the heart breaking, gut wrenching sobs that feel so good to let out.
Among feeling sick and and having a particularly bad case of mood swings lately, I have been seriously lacking in some good girl time. That, and I miss home. As in - Ontario.
I want to be at my mom and dad's in my pj's with Monica and a handful of other girls, watching shitty movies and eating shitty food, and laughing myself silly. Either that or I want to be sitting in the sun room with the daddy-o, sipping fresh coffee and chatting about whatever strikes our fancy.
As a result of the tear-fest my eyes are puffy and I'm nursing a headache, I'm snarly at the husband, and I want to go to bed. The sooner I go to bed, the sooner I can wake up to a new day and all the wonderful people I love so much.