Because I have nothing else other than a listing of randomness which I'm sure you don't want. Here at your request is one of my drafts..at least one that's somewhat complete and coherent, to a degree. You guys didn't say it had to be good.
Every other month or so, something very insignificant sets me over the edge and I become a blubbering wailing mess and have no real clue why. It doesn't look real cool when the teary blubbery mess over comes you as your trying to pick up your children.
No matter what I did, I just could not get the water works to turn off. When I did try some sort of effort of composure, my eyes were a reddened mess. I get the kids and of course the summer director dude wanted to talk to me and know why I paid a certain amount; when I should have paid $10 more. While desperately trying to remain composed and explain my confusion when reading the paperwork. I could tell that he could tell that confronting me on this was probably not a good time. It really and truly was not a big deal, just bad timing. Of course the waterworks turned on again when I got in the car. ZOMG how could I have miscalculated 60 plus 40..sob...I'm so stupid..WAH!
Have you ever tried to have a meaningful/important conversation with your child about what the word "gay" means and why the kids are always saying "So and so is so gay" all the while your having your own mental issues? Yeah it wasn't pretty. I'm not sure exactly what I said to him about it, but I think the phrase "Not that there's anything wrong with that" was mentioned between sniffles and sobs.
I'm OK for now. I think troubles sleeping here lately and hormones were involved.