Gah.

This is getting old.

It's therapy day. Meaning it's cry-like-a-baby-day. And today... well... I think I've broken some sort of record.

I wasn't even in the therapist's office for more than a minute or so, before I was bawling my eyes out. Went home puffy-eyed and drained, where a few ill-chosen words from hubby started me all over again. And hardly had that bout of crying passed before I tripped with Pea in my arms, giving me a huge scare. Nothing happened, but just the thought of what could have happened was enough of a shocker to give me yet another round of weeping.

So now I have a headache and my eyes burn so much that I have to keep a cold, wet cloth handy for soothing.

So no quote tonight.

Fuck it.