Thanks to a perfect storm of stressors on Sunday (lack of sleep, girls camp, a wonky printer, screaming kids in nursery, a weeks worth of quite possibly the worse PMS of my life) when a friend asked how I was doing while I was making copies in the church library I broke down. It was a biblical amount of tears. Followed by laughter because you know how much I love the ridiculous. And at that moment there was nothing more ridiculous than I. But that was followed by more tears because the problem with the church library is that it is a hub of the ward. People come in and out all day long. And when they come in and see a poor girl weeping they're going to ask how she's doing. Which always, ALWAYS, leads to more tears for me. Nothing makes me cry more than kindness. One after another people kept coming in to check out a picture or get some chalk and they'd see me and ask what was wrong and I would break down all over again. So my dear friends, champions of all crying women everywhere, barricaded us into the library so I could get a grip. They closed the doors and we had a good laugh over the whole thing because we've all been there.
So that was nice, recognizing once again what lovely friends I have. But what is also nice are the plates of cookies I have received this week. Several gals have stopped by because they know that few things soothes the soul better than chocolate chip cookies. It has almost made the whole thing worth it and I am considering have break downs more often.