I don't like to cry in public

Today I did something I NEVER do.

I played hooky.  Well, sort of.

This stupid lingering cold which makes me think it's gone for good likes to sneak up on me and yesterday I felt like crap again.  So I said, enough is enough, I'm staying home today.

I'm going to take the day to rest and try and kick this cold once and for all.

I layed on the couch, watched a stupid movie and got some lunch with my husband.

I was amazed at all the women out for lunch. 

So this is what retired ladies and stay at home moms do in my neighborhood.  Go to Panera.  The place was crawling with estrogen.

Then I saw this cute little pregnant lady and her mom.

And I remembered one of the last times I ate at Panera.

I was pregnant....and out to lunch with my mom.

She had been out fabric shopping for Jamie's nursery and happened to be in my neck of the woods, so I met her for lunch.

I miss those days.

That's when I almost lost it....until I remembered, I don't cry in public.

So I kept it together until we got into the car.

And then the tears started to fall, but I turned away and looked out the window.

I hate it when anyone sees me cry, my family, my friends even my own husband.

I don't know why.

I grew up in a family where crying was perfectly acceptable.

I was never told it made you weak, or less of a person,

but somewhere along the way I decided it just wasn't something you should do.