I am a crier normally. Movies, commercials, Biggest Loser. Anything where the underdog comes out on top. They all make me cry.
Multiply that by 100 right now. Thank you, Hormones.
There's a teacher at school that for whatever reason Cannon doesn't like her. I don't know if it's that she always talks to him in a baby voice (would annoy the hell out of me) or if it's that she's just not his other teachers or if he gets a weird serial killer vibe from her. Whatever the reason if I drop him off in the morning and she's the only one in his room it's game over. This morning was one of those mornings. He clings to me like a spider monkey. Then his cheeks turn red. The bottom lips comes out and the tears start. He tries SO hard not to cry but can't help it. This morning I cried with him. Nothing like leaving him with the school director while he screams 'mommy!' and I have tears running down my face. For the record, I don't like the teacher either (only for whatever the reason he dislikes her is... it's not like he's anti-social).
Then tonight. Dan's gone. Sleep patterns are messed up. We've been going to bed at 8 instead of 7 and tonight 8 turned into 9:15. Screaming, crying, tears, falling asleep on my shoulder, more tears when I put him down. I cried with him. Then I crawled out of his room on my hands and knees. Dignified.
The Best part? I had a Ted Drewes to reward myself (if you're from St. Louis you know what a reward this is, if you're not you should visit just to get some).