My Husband Made Me Cry

And he didn't even mean to do it. I know he didn't.

I'm a mess.

I'm tired. I don't like my backside. The dark spots on my face are multiplying.

Are you feeling better about yourself yet? =)

Oh well. I've made an appointment with that handy doctor of mine that I pay forty bucks a month for unlimited access. So far it's worked out quite well. No co-pays. Email day or night. No wait time in the office (yes... I did just say that). Anyway, since most types of blood work are included in my subscription, I figured I'd see if the old hormones are out of whack or if the iron levels are low. It's time to be proactive. Better to do that than drape the mirrors in black cloth.

The tears, however, I don't know if I can do much about. I sat on the couch earlier and watched the older son help the younger son with his tie (senior pictures tomorrow). When I mentioned that his collar needed straightening, the older stepped back and said, "Sooner or later you're gonna have to take care of this stuff yourself. I'm not always going to be around."

To which I stood up, straightened that collar, and said,

"No, but your mama always will be."

My babies are growing up.

No wonder I'm looking a little worn.