Post Mother's Day Reading

Yesterday I made corn bread, baked three loaves of whole wheat bread, did some laundry, cleaned the downstairs bathroom, vacuumed, cleaned the kitchen floor, went to parent/teacher conferences and had a church council meeting last night. Sounds like an all around good and productive day, right? It was, until I hit the couch for a few minutes of reading before I had to go to the parent/teacher conferences.

I had some time to spare before I had to leave, so I wanted to read a chapter in my book. The chapter that I happen to be on is one where the Mom/wife dies of cancer. How is that for the day after Mother's Day reading? Now I am on the couch, need to be leaving in about two minutes and I am blubbering away! Am I the only one who cries over a book? It does not happen to me very often, but you feel like a nerd when you are crying all by yourself over a fictional book. Why did I feel like a nerd? I'm in my house, all by myself and no one else even knew I was blubbering. Well, now you know because I am telling you. I did the old throw some cold water on your face trick and took off for town. Luckily we have a fifteen minute ride to town, so I think the eyes were back to normal looking by the time I got to school.

Last night the King and I were laying in bed talking about menopause. Don't ask me how we got on that subject! I can't even remember what led us to that subject. Anyway, we were talking about it and he said when my day comes, I better not do the whole crying for no reason thing. I laughed and told him, "Too late!", then went on to explain about my crying jag in the middle of the day, over a made up story. He laughed at me! Not a mean laugh, like "you are a real dork laugh", but an "I love you even if I don't understand you laugh". What a gift from God to be able to go to sleep next to the one that you love, knowing that they love you in spite of your quirky ways.