This morning our office/operations person asked the boss man if he weeps behind his office door every day a particular colleague works.
I said it must be nice to have a door to weep behind. I weep wherever I am.
Later, I was googling places to put Pearl and I asked another of my colleagues what he did when he was a kid. He said that he went swimming and skateboarding and so on.
Me: No, where’d you go while your mom was at work?
Him: My mom didn’t work.
For some reason, that sentence sent me into a weeping tizzy. I still have the knot in my throat over it, and even as I type this I have difficulty not weeping again.
Oh wah. I think this must be self pity because I want to be a stay-at-home/work-at-home mom. Or because of my still-returning-to-hormones-as-usual-post-sterilization-surgery menses.