In the car, driving your kids and when your two year old is riding with someone else and they bend near the steering wheel, said two year old will tell them not to cry. Apparently, this is where I breakdown a lot.
In the shower/bathtub, you're relaxed or have two minutes alone to think because shampooing and sudsing up doesn't require much thought.
During mass, during the fist reading, homily or when you speak to Father Such and Such afterwards. Like, ugly, spastic crying. It's not pleasant.
In the morning, drinking coffee because this is the time you think, "Great, it's another day I get to be me!"
In bed before you fall asleep, every single night. Alone or with your 6 year old because you haven't slept apart (or in a different bed) from your kids since you had to go to Dover to retrieve your husband's body. Every damn night.
Sobbing is an understatement. Can't breathe, the tears have run out but you're still crying. The water I drink only replenishes the tears.
We are going to a friend's beach house this weekend, it's magical and we need a little magic right now because all of the above can be expected.
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