Cry me a river

Sometimes I'm a crazy, emotional mess. I like to blame it on my hormones because that's easy. Truth is, I could just be a big cry baby! I am feeling pretty good now- This coming from a girl who has cried three times today, though.

The first time (today) was this morning as I was getting ready for church. I don't know if this one actually counts on the crying tally because it was more of a situation where I wanted to cry I was so upset, but I really just had a few whiney why me's and then I was done. I woke up and brought the dogs in while I showered and dressed. While attempting to tame my nappy head, I heard the distinct sound of chewing. Dog chewing. Well aware of the fact that I didn't give anyone a bone, I opened the bathroom door to find Drifter chewing on THE FURNITURE! Ahh!! As I was scolding him, Solstice decided to throw up...TWICE because she was hogging the water this morning and drank it all too fast. Great. Just great. I really wanted to mop before going to church. That coffee I had in mind seemed out of the question due to time constraints.

The second time, I teared up at the slideshow at church. It depicted several children in China who had been helped due to an organization that provides money for surgeries they were in need of. The non profit also deals with adoption opportunities. The video was happy for cryin' out loud. I have no idea what my problem is. I was probably crying because I knew I was the last person that could contribute to their organization--I can't even be a good adoptive parent to 3 dogs!

The third time I cried was when I handed over Solstice to her new owners. A friend and fellow Army family took her today and I hated to see her go. It warmed my heart that she seemed eager to go with them and I've also talked to the wife via facebook and am happy to report that she is doing well. She even cuddled up to her one year old daughter today! I miss her, but I know she'll be happy with them.

I'm not sure why I'm teary. I miss J, I suppose. It's so hard to live with my best friend- share my entire life with him and then have to tell him goodbye for weeks at a time. He called me the other day and told me he was proud of me. He said he was proud of the way I handled "things" while he is away and that, dear readers, is one of the best things a military wife can hear from her husband.

Anyway, I'm getting my hair done soon so tell me....

Red?

 OR

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