This week, as I go about the stuff I have to do, I seem to be very weepy. Making the grocery list, working on the computer, improving my Spider Solitaire score -- all of a sudden tears are welling up and I can't see.
...AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT HEIR 1 IS GRADUATING THIS FRIDAY....DO YOU HEAR ME?
So don't be giving me those bemused smiles and those quick shoulder squeezes you give to people who just lost their gerbil.
It's probably just hay fever. The pollen count is very high, you know, and I have to take Claritin-D everyday, unlike the Heirs, who take the regular Claritin, especially Heir 1, who takes it even on weekends when I don't put it next to his breakfast plate like I do during the week when I lay it out next to his multi-vitamin, just like I've been doing ever since he was just a toddler, just a short little guy in his fuzzy Pooh-Bear sleeper, who couldn't read or write and relied on me for everything and wouldn't think of leaving his mother behind to start a life of his own where disaster is sure to overtake him...
Damn. The pollen is really thick in here because I'M NOT CRYING, DO YOU HEAR ME?