Boy did I have a bad episode this morning. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't get over being sad so I needed a good hour long cry. I'm sure my hunny bunny was frustrated with me. If he was, he didn't show it. He seemed very understanding and responsive. I'm sure it must have been frightening to my son, who lately has seen me cry for the past two days. That can't be good for him. I remember always being terrified to see my mother cry, so I can understand how he must feel. Strangely enough, he's been very supportive, giving me hugs and telling me not to feel so down. It's sweet, and it even helps a little. I'm just sorry that I can't be in control enough to keep him from seeing me in that state.
Feeling better right now, but came home from work in tears. Did something wrong (not really, but will probably be blamed for it tomorrow.) Hopefully I'll be able to keep it together enough to not lose it at work. That would be really embarrassing. The thing is, if I was in my normal state, it wouldn't be such a big deal getting chewed out at work. But because I can't seem to shake this sadness, I'm bound to cry when I get laid into by the head honcho. We'll have to see. Maybe by tomorrow I'll be myself again.
Look ok in the mirror right now. Showered and ready for bed. So far, nothing to make me think that anything will make the remainder of the evening turn sour. Just hoping for the best.
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