A couple nights ago, I was so tired I couldn't even muster up the energy to microwave a frozen dinner for myself. Marti did it for me when he got home and in the process of telling him how incredibly tired I was, I started feeling weepy. Then he cracked a little joke about something unrelated and at the time, it was SO hilarious to me that it made me laugh.
Note to self: when you're on the verge of crying already, DO NOT start laughing!
Of course, I started bawling like a baby and had to go to bed.
At least it wasn't like the time when I was pregnant with Abby where I was so SAD I started crying for no reason, and then at the same time I was laughing at myself for crying like that. It was a truly disturbing moment for me to watch myself have! I was feeling both the extreme sadness for whatever reasons, AND the hilarious mocking laughter directed at myself. Until then I wasn't sure if split personalities really could exist, but I'm a believer now based on that brief exposure to my inner Sybil!
Then, last night, I came home to find the sweetest card on the counter, filled with shopping money and a certificate for a mani/pedi. Marti made an appointment for me to go relax by myself this morning and told me to go pick some things out for myself at whatever shop I liked. He also made reservations for a date for us tomorrow. Guess what? I cried.
And, finally, this morning I was on facebook and ran across a friend's post with this:
I'm not even going to say what happened after that.
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