Bad, Sad days

So, I had a bad day today.
Yep, they happen.
I've always been told something about "3 day baby blues", this however, is more like "day 12 baby blues". Ugh.

So, I woke up crying. And cried everytime anyone said anything to me. Wow. Such fun.

So, there I am on the couch, feeding Owen and years are escaping silently down my cheeks. My ever curious 4 year old approaches.

"mommy? Why are your eyes wet?"

"mommy's just tired, Kelsey"

"oh. Mom? Why don't you cry like me?"

"what do you mean, Kels?"

"well mom, I cry really loud but you cry really quietly."

I smile.

Curious, talkative children are good for something I guess. At least she can get me to smile. And tomorrow I may even laugh!