This Is Going to Be Harder Than I Thought

I certainly hope that today isn't a preview of coming attractions, but I think that's probably going to be the case. Gosh I can't wait to escape from reality on Tuesday and get away.

My friend, Katie, described it best. I feel like I've turned into "Emo Kelly". Seriously, Katie. You should get a patent on that or something.

I knew these next few days would be tough. This morning I decided to get my ass out of bed and go to Wegm.ans and Targ.et. Seriously, what could be bad at either of those places?? Well, I saw countless (literally, I stopped counting) pregnant women in all shapes and sizes. There were also several infants. Usually I'm good at not allowing these things to bother me. Today they did.

The worst of it though came in the car on the way down. Effing radio. There's this song by an artist that I don't particularly like, that evokes a great deal of emotion in me. It was playing a few years ago when I got the call that one of my very dear friends was in a serious car accident. She's fine, but even without the emotions I'm experiencing now, it's tough for me to listen to. I don't know why I just didn't turn the damn station.

~Tears stream, down your face, as you lose something you cannot replace.~

Yep. That was it for me. I was on the interstate and had to get off at the closest exit and uncontrollably sob. I tried to call Mr SC but he's running a tournament today. I didn't expect him to pick up. So, there I sat until I was finished sobbing. It didn't matter how satisfied I may have been with my appearance when I left my house (You know what I mean. I'm not saying I think I'm a hottie. I'm not. But, when the "primping" is done, it's that feeling you get when you glance that one last time and think, ok, that's what it's going to be today). I was a puffy, red. blotchy mess. The only saving grace was that I didn't see anyone I knew.

I'm not going out in public for several days.