I am surprised by the little things that set me off.
Friday night, while going to the bathroom, I noticed the disgusting, dingy caulking around my bathtub. I have been putting off fixing it for years, hoping that Mom would feel up to fixing it for me.
So much for that plan. Cue the ugly crying.
Then I thought about how my mom was a master when it came to caulk, and that my dad would probably agree with that statement.
It's a joke my mom would have appreciated.
So there I sat on the toilet, sobbing and laughing at the same time, trying to be quiet because I didn't want to wake up Kyle, nor did I want anybody to feel obligated to come console me while I was on the pot,
It wasn't a pretty picture at all.