The Cry

Tears flowed today. Trickles and streams and all out bury my face in my hands sobs.  It happened unexpectedly, just moments after I texted Mark Merrill who asked how I am doing and I responded optimisticly, "Great! Just learning to be a mother of three..." but about an hour later I crumbled on the floor, surrendering to the irrational urge to all out cry.

Why, you ask? Well thank you for asking. It could be because I'm completely exhausted.  Davey decided not to dose the night and day away for the past 48 hours, like he has been known to do.  JJ had a nightmare--woke up disoriented, wondering why we were not at home. My body and mind are tired...and aparently the emotional, girly me wanted someone to notice. 

When Aaron saw me crying he pulled a silly face to make me laugh.  I laughed. JJ kept checking in on me, "are you happy now?" He asked every other minute. And Davey, sweet Davey...well he shed a few tired tears with me. And then he fell asleep. Sometimes it just feels good to cry. He gets that.