It might just be because I'm tired. The last week of staying up late with Philip and Merrick has started to take it's toll. I feel like I've been functioning at about 10 percent most of the day. Plus, I was feeling lonely all day without house guests.
Maybe it's because Sundays are always so busy so I didn't really get the chance, until this morning, to reflect on the horrific events that took place in our nation ten years ago. Several blog posts and facebook statuses (stati?) elicited tears this morning. After ten years, the pain, confusion and anger are still so raw.
Perhaps it is because my birthday is tomorrow. Turning a quarter of a century can sure make a girl feel old. Spare me any--well, wait until your 30--comments. I know I'm still quite young. But it's (almost) my party and I can cry if I want to. Birthdays are so strange once you're an adult. I love to celebrate, especially with my sweet family but I still can't help but miss how awesome birthdays are when you're a kid.
It's likely a combination of all of these things in addition to a temperamental toddler, a not-increasing milk supply, never leaving the house today and a natural tendency to be overly emotional anyway.