Women are Weird

Women are so weird. Well, maybe not weird but hard to figure a lot of the time. I even think I get hard to figure out sometimes and I know me pretty well. Yesterday was a strange day. I filled in as receptionist for an office in Fort Worth. I wasn't really excited about going but I really like the other women who work there, but since there isn't much to do there except answer the phone and take payments, time tends to drag a little. So with that said, I didn't sleep well knowing I had to get up early and for some reason I either don't trust my alarm clock or it scares me when it goes off because when it is set I wake up all night seeing if it is about to go off. I actually got up early because of that very thing and really needed to wash my hair, didn't so I had a really bad hair day yesterday, and slowly, slowly, slowly I felt myself throughout the day slipping into the pit of womanhood for lack of a better word. I wasn't depressed, I was concerned about one of my children that was having a bad day(s), didn't really want to work, felt ugly (because of my hair), felt rushed all day, which is not great for me but I did get off at 2pm. That was a good thing. I ran to Dillard's and picked up a few things, drove home, got ready for our girl's night out, dinner and a movie and lots of laughing. That is a good thing but the hair still wasn't cutting it and you know when you are a woman, you want to look good around other women, friends or no, you just do, so when I got home, I was tired, still hadn't heard from the child having a bad day, sat down to play bejeweled on FB and turned on the TV. There was nothing on as usual and I scrolled through till I found the Hallmark Channel with some movie on it that had Richard Gere in it. Well, I thought to myself this can't be too bad if Richard is in it, oh and it had a dog in it too. I half watched it until the last 40 minutes or so and it finally captured my complete attention. As it turns out it was a true story about a dog and his master who died and the dog waited for him faithfully for the next 9 years at the train station. Every day at 5pm the man would ride the train home from work, the dog met him there and one day the master died and the dog of course did not understand and he went to the train station everyday at 5 and waited until everyone came out. Perfect movie to end this kind of day for women feeling a little down, because the tears started flowing and of course they would not stop. I cried off and on until my husband got home after midnight, my little schnauzer followed me around staring at me like he wanted to help but had no clue what to do. Today, I feel much better after having cried it out. So strange to me that sometimes we just need a good cry and we feel so much better. I am so thankful that I am a woman and some of my problems can be solved as easily as a sappy movie and a few tears. : )