Monday was an odd day in the Kaos house. It was the very first day in 2 weeks that I was home alone.
Sigh.
It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be and I made some poor choices. It started off completely fine, good even… but from there it spiraled downhill until some how we reached the a moment in time one hour before I needed to pick K up from school.
That moment? It saw me laying in bed crying, sobbing, gasping for breath.
Okay maybe the gasping for breath is a little… dramatic…
It wasn’t a pretty moment though friends. It shouldn’t have happened. I should have been stronger than that. I thought I was made of tougher stuff but apparently I am a blubbering mass of gooey messy tears… Here’s how it all went down:
8 am: I dropped K off at school. She was not pleased to be back, she wanted to be home, with me, not at school with them. Who them was I don’t know, she loves her teacher and fellow students… but “them”… they weren’t making her happy.
I got her calmed down though, left her at school with a smile on her face and then off to home I go…
8:30 am: I’m home. I set a few things down say hello to the cats and note that Mr. Kaos is still getting ready for work so I sit down for a moment, just a moment, on the bed. I hit publish on a blog post and then close the lap top and close my eyes.
9:30ish: I wake up to the sound of Mr. Kaos shaving… I shake the sleep off and realize I should get him out the door so I collect up his coffee, water, vitamins and briefcase and put them in the car for him. He walks out the door.
None of this seems very tear inducing does it?
10 ish: I realize I haven’t eaten. Not good. I slice up an apple, cook some soy sausage and sit down to enjoy a quick bite. Oh and I turn my computer back on. It’s frozen. I curse, I swear and then I plead before just rebooting the damn thing…
Still not crying.
11 ish: I decide that I should get a few things off my to do list so I sit down to fold laundry while I watch a movie I’ve had out from netflix since November… of last year…. that’s four months.
I pop Bridge to Terabithia into the dvd player and start to fold… but I get distracted by my hacking cough and computer. I pause it to get a drink of water and then some time later wander back in and press play.
1 ish: The movie ends and even though I didn’t particularly enjoy it I am now laying on the bed in a semi fetal position with my face soaked with tears. The well of my clavicle has formed a pool of tears and as I sit up it spills between my breasts making me feel like the biggest saltiest dumbass that world has ever known.
I hate crying.
Today? I won’t be watching any sad movies so I’m hoping it will go better…
CamiKaos 
So… it’s a sad movie?!Regardless, sometimes a good sob session is just what the body needs.xo
Have yet to see the movie, but I remember the book made me cry when I was younger.
Aww. I’ve heard it’s a tear jerker, that’s why I haven’t seen it, or let the kids see it. I hope today is better!
It’s no wonder. You are exhausted from all the sickies! It’s ok. :)
Ok,do I not want to see this now??? It’s on my Netflix list and coming up soon… Sometimes a good cry is what you need though.
oh my bob. i was going to rent this movie this weekend. thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. i wish wish wish you didn’t have to cry so much but really really really you have saved me. some good has come out of this. i would *so* do the same for you. i owe you a ‘cry-film-notification’. i *hate* crying. i did so much of it when i was younger (yup, i was a little crybaby. SHOCKING, i know.) that i got the certificate of exemption for future crying. i do not have to cry anymore at weddings, funerals, or boo-boos.or bad rob schneider movies.
BW: It was not the book. Missb: yeah… I was weak. But I am making up for it by getting my hair and brows down today… have to look nice for my bday on Saturday!!lori: I was watching it to see if I would let K watch it. My answer is NO. she would cry for months afterwards.lilacspecs: it isn’t as good as the booksyb: very sad.
holly: you were totally posting while i was posting!!! How funny.I don’t cry at weddings… hell I don’t even really like weddings… I went to my own and I often think that’s enough. :)
So…tear stained cleavage? Nice!
All I heard was birthday, just now.Now that’s something to look forward to.Feel better.
It was a sad movie… I shed a tear myself. But then again, I’m known to cry at Hallmark’s I See Your True Colors commercial.Um, did I just write that? DELETE! DELETE!
Kiki: I love that song. it gets me every timelisa: YES!!! It’s SATURDAY!!!Fabby: Now I can’t use that picture as the tear stains will give me away. Thanks alot.
Nothing wrong with crying, Cami. Nothing wrong with admitting it, either …
Oh, yeah. I do that all the time. Maybe not all the time. They can sneak up on you, those tearjerkers. And sometimes you just kinda need to release your own stuff and it gives you a good opportunity.
haven’t seen the movie, don’t really think I am going to. I get too disappointed when they aren’t as good as the books.And a good cry? I agree, it does the body good. Now you will be all refreshed just in time for your birthday!
I watched that movie and it also left me in a crying puddle… Wasnt all that good but made you just cry and cry and cry….Have a lovely birthday
Cami, I was so mad at that film. I wanted the fun and the dream and then it all went sad and horrible and it really pissed me off. Grrrr. Watch Stardust instead, it’s fabulous.