Thursday, April 3, 2008

The Crying Game...

OK, not the movie. My life today.

See, my hormones are - ummmm, fluctuating, shall we say? So, this morning when I decided I just needed a good cry (not for any real reason, just felt like crying) I shut my bedroom door, lay down on my comfy bed, and turned to the "John Denver" area of my ipod. Boo-hoo's followed. Some of his songs are more powerful than a good Hallmark commercial to me, but only if I'm in the right tearful place.

I did feel much better afterwards. Sometimes I think I just need to detoxify with tears. Is that even a real thing? Maybe I'm on to something here?
The Lamentation Detoxification Program.
(Doesn't that sound so much more beneficial than having some ordinary Pity Party????)

6 comments:

tz said...

we could have LDP parties! chocolate and chips (the whole sweet and salty thing...I mean it is all about balance), terms of endearment and steel magnolia movies and boxes of kleenix...oh and we can wrap it up by talking about the relationships we wish we had with our mothers...

Martha said...

A perfect plan...especially if we can somehow have it end up in weight loss too!!!

Sorry you've got the weepies: call if you need a buddy to cry with you!

Sitting in Silence said...

You are so allowed to have a good cry.....

Look if I was next door I would come on over with a huge cup of tea and some toast and vegemite...

Although you would probably smell the vegemite at the door and not let me in LOL...

Dodi said...

... but I LOVE tea, and it will have to be at all our future LDP parties!

I don't really have the weepies, although when Husband walked in the door this afternoon I burst in to tears again. I know the hormones are crashing, and it's temporary. The tears just have a mind of their own!

Martha said...

Yep, I can vouch for that....I don't recall you being the first to start with the tears during the height of playgroup years. But, put ANYONE at the Morcom kitchen table and you just try to keep from crying...it is impossible...it was either a cursed table or a therapeutic table (depending on how you view the need for a good cry amongst your fav. gal pals!)

Jennifer McKenzie said...

I know this feeling. It's good to get it out. If you don't, you'll be like me--all blocked up.