I recently read in No Greater Joy magazine how men just do not understand a woman's need for a good cry every now and then.  Thankfully, this is something my husband has learned after nearly 11 years of marriage---sometimes I just NEED a good cry.

Tonight was one of those times.

I had been feeling it coming on since early this afternoon, but kept thinking if I just got out of the house, I would be ok.  After getting the baby to bed, I went and treated myself to a peanut buster parfait (yes, I know--real nutritious!) and a talk w/ a good friend, but still I felt "out of sorts."

I had a hard Braxton-Hicks on my way home that radiated to my back and left aching.  I managed to get myself into the house and into the bed, where I lay in pain for a while b/f falling asleep.  I was probably only asleep 5 minutes when the baby woke up needing to be changed--no one else could hear him b/c the bedrooms are on the opposite end of our ranch style house.  By the time I got him changed and back in bed, my husband had called for the children to get ready for bed.  At this point in time, my 6 yo daughter did something that brought me to my breaking point.  I began to cry and I've been crying off and on ever since.  My husband finally just went to bed--giving me a pat on the back, a hug, and a "I'm sorry, but this is probably just what you need."  I agreed and sent him on his way, so I could return to my sniffles.

You may be thinking, "What a pitiful sight you must have been," but you know what?... It felt good.  It was what I needed.  I know once I'm done, I'll be able to face the world again.

No peanut buster parfait could ever do that!