Being a girl is not my lifetime ambition. I always took it for granted that there were some emotions that came along with the job other than the obvious one. And, anyone who knows me knows that I don't cry easily. I guess I am more stressed than I thought because last night was a (as my mother would say) "doozy" of a meltdown.
The term "meltdown" has been bantered about in the last few years in the education field to cover erratic behavior in children especially when they behave badly. I felt it was a cop-out until it actually happened to me. Isn't that the way it usually goes?
Bob brought me home early from dinner, about 7 pm. As usual I was getting my costume ready for Wed, as it is supposed to be cold and I have to switch to my "turtleneck shirt, long pants, heavy sock, etc. I put on my night clothes, got under the covers and the tears just started. I don't know why.
I called Bob to tell him something I had forgotten and I couldn't stop the tears. Of course he wanted to know what was wrong and I couldn't even tell him for all the "sniffing and sob-sobbing. (I think I just wanted to hear his voice tell me it would be okay.) Who knows what he thought but he tried his best to calm me down and when I was somewhat coherent I explained to him that I didn't know "why" I was crying and that I didn't usually behave that way. He said he understood. I'm glad he did because I sure didn't.
Maybe I am too tired. Maybe all the planning is getting to me. I don't know. I DO know this - a good night's sleep will do wonders and I'm glad to report that I feel much better today. I get to go to the "most magical place on earth" and work with a fantastic team of people and that is always a good thing.
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