Yesterday I wrote out a list of promises to myself, and I am determined to stick to them. However, today I allowed myself one more loud cry.

My daughter went to the track with my other two kids and my husband. So I used a little of that time to crawl in her bed and just cry. I’m talking a loud and pathetic cry. You would have thought someone had just died.

My tears needed to come out!

I figured I will scream cry when she isn’t around so that I can look strong and brave when we talk about her leaving. The last thing I want is for her to feel like I’m going to have a heart attack because her room will be empty. She is beyond giddy about this chapter in her life, and I refuse to be a killjoy.

She’s not sick of comforting me yet, but I think I might be getting close to working her nerves.

When I was done rolling around her bed and screaming, “WHY”. I moved onto the floor and stumbled to my bathroom to wash my face. I needed to hurry and get myself together.

I threw on a little makeup and had to let my noxema sit under my eyes for 20 minutes. The swelling was tough and took more time than usual to go down.

Wait, I left out a part! Here’s the best part.

Before I went to my daughter’s bed and screamed like I was being murdered. I went to my son’s room and cried about him leaving. Here’s the kicker he isn’t graduating for a couple of years, but I was in the spirit of crying, so why not just….

Let the tears flow!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~