Nothing new is happening in here Lunchbox Land. Cory and I come home from work every night and watch the Olympics until we can’t keep our eyes open for another minute (read: 9:45 PM)
But here’s the deal: I don’t know what my problem is.
Every time one of those P&G Proud Sponsor of Moms commercials comes on – I almost lose it.
Click here if you need a good cry.
It’s confusing, because I’m really not a weepy person.
This isn’t a new thing. My mom recalls a moment in my childhood when I was watching Old Yeller with a group of other kids. You know that part at the end when the dog gets shot?
Every kid in the room was in hysterics. Kids were flailing about crying, NOOO!! WHYYY MOM?! NOOOO!!
And there then was me.
The only dry-eyed kid in the bunch, rationally explaining that Old Yeller had rabies, so he had to die. I was frustrated and confused as to why my sobbing counterparts couldn’t lock it up.
This is probably a life event that should be addressed in therapy.
All I’m sayin’ is, these silly Olympics are turning me into a soft, weepy mess. And apparently, I’m not the only one
Okay, spill: Who else has been a little emotional while watching The Games?