I've been feeling weepy this week. I'm not able to pin it on any one thing. Maybe I just feel weary. Last night I told Eric that I didn't feel like cooking dinner. Then I said I didn't want to go to La Leche League. He asked me what I do want to do, and I pretty much burst into tears. After that, he asked if I'm taking all my medication. Haha. For the record, I am. (and I also am amused by the question)
I have the distinct feeling of wanting to run away. Of course, that doesn't really solve anything. It's hard to solve a problem when you're unsure of what the problem IS.
Maybe getting out of town this weekend will help.
Prayers wanted and greatly accepted.