How About Those Crocodile Tears?

I'm not a crier. It is plain and simple. I don't cry in front of people because I feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially if it is a sad cry. My husband and I have been together for nearly nine years and he can probably count on one hand how many times I have actually boo-hooed. 

Then there was Friday night. I was exhausted and overwhelmed with housework and the idea of cooking. All my little pregnant body needed was a nap. No nap for me though; not when there are groceries to buy and put away and then supper to cook. By the time it was bedtime I was exhausted. So I cried. 

Seriously who cries like a three year old just because they are tired? Apparently pregnant women do as that is exactly what I did. Three seconds into the tears over flowing I started laughing at myself for crying then the harder I cried, the harder I laughed. I blame the pregnancy hormones and I partly blame my dear-sweet husband who "forgot" to put his dirty dishes in the dishwasher that night and it irked me. It irked me a lot. Damn those dirty dishes. Will someone please invent a dishwasher that not only washes and dries, but also puts the dishes away after? Thank you.

I haven't had another one of the pregnancy-hormonal breakdowns. However, I highly doubt that was the last one. Chances are my dear-sweet husband will forget to put his dishes in the dishwasher again. Cue the tears. 

Did you have random crying episodes?


Sasha Savoy

Sasha is the owner and founder of The Mushy Mommy, a natural mother and baby boutique and The Mushy Mommy Village. She is a SAHM who works hard at living as minimal and unprocessed as possible, but never claims perfection. Her mission is to inspire, encourage, enlighten and empower mothers all over to feel good about their choices, to make healthy choices and to enjoy motherhood and all of its beauty and chaos.