Tears and laughter

Sometimes I just need a good cry.  I’m not sure what triggered it tonight, but there was no stopping it.  Maybe it’s lack of good sleep, or that I’m frustrated my house isn’t organized, or that the laundry pile never seems to get any smaller, or that I just don’t have any more to give today.  Maybe it’s none of those things and I just needed a good cleansing of my tear ducts.  Whatever it is, it got me thinking.  I believe that shedding tears is good for the soul.  I think letting go of what builds up inside you through those tiny drops can help give you a fresh perspective – not that they necessarily solve any problem specifically, but they often lead to a clearer understanding of what you need to do or where you need to be.  Tonight, I think my tears have helped me realize just how much I need my sleep.  I know it’s not earth-shattering, but I have been ignoring that need for most of the week.  So at least for tonight, I’m going to be responsible and go to bed early.  (Or at least earlier than usual.)  Good night!

Just a little footnote.  I actually started drafting this post in my head while locked in the bathroom letting my tears fall freely.  I had to stop crying because I started laughing.  As I tried to find a clean piece of paper to write down my thoughts, I quickly discovered that Nolan had filled 2/3 of the notepad on the counter with his drawings.  I knew he used it to draw, but had no idea how extensive his artwork collection had become.  My boys…they can make me smile even when they’re sleeping.