I just feel a little morose. But I am only giving myself a few days to wallow around in self-pity, and then I will order myself to snap out of it. After all, it's not like my house was destroyed in a tsunami or earthquake. Or like I am looking for lost relatives. I do have perspective.
When my girls cry with heartache, when they hurt, I crawl into bed with them and whisper into their ears all the things I love about them, tell them they are beautiful, that they have a divine purpose and how amazing they are. I stroke their hair and wipe away tears. And I guess that's one of the crappy things about being an adult. Although you do get to drive and eat dessert first and be done with school, no one crawls into your bed and holds your hand and strokes your hair and tells you that you are beautiful and amazing. And I wish I weren't too old for that.
Okay, I know that was over-the-top pathetic and cheesebally and you are gagging your last meal. That's how sad and pathetic my self-pity is today. I do want to say I am not writing this because I need you to write a comment to make me feel better. But I do want to know that sometimes other people feel this same way. That I am not completely ridiculous.
I really am okay. I am just having a rough week. But this made me majorly smile so you have to watch it: