I didn't even see it coming, but when my Mum asked if I was all right the tears had already formed and dropped. They were dripping off my nose before I'd realised things weren't (how do Mums do that?)
Trousers feeling a bit tight?
Clingy child repeating "I don't wanna stay" when being left at school?
All of the above? Maybe.
Didn't help that said clingy child made it impossible to leave school building to get to pilates class. Didn't help that I can't go to the gym to make said trousers feel less tight as arse is still knacking from yesterday's session on the exercise bike.
"Maybe you need to write something from your heart," Mum said, "that'll make you feel better."
"Pah" I thought. But logged on anyway. The Sassy Curmudgeon's blog popped up on my reading list- and with one click it had made me smile (even though I was trying not to) and laugh (which cracked the ice) and suddenly feel a whole lot better. A little bit of laughter solves a lot of woes.