My balloon popped

This was my nice full balloon...

Yesterday was supposed to be a good day. Yesterday was supposed to be a beach day. The gray skies said otherwise, our plans had to be revamped. We decided to take the kids to the movies. Two adults and seven kids. I'm not sure my friend and I thought this through too well. Anyway, off to the movies we went.

We enter the parking lot to said theatre and well, let's just say that had I gone there alone, I would have circled the parking lot and left. Not exactly a safe, cozy feeling. We wanted to see a Jim Carey movie, something about penguins, I don't know. I'm so out of the loop on what is currently in theatres. Come to find out that it wasn't in the theatres until the following day. Doh! So, we decided Kung Fu Panda was the next best thing.

Our purses were stocked with candy -- hey now, don't judge! You know candy at a threatre will severely empty one's wallet with the cost.

Anyway, the movie starts, the kids are doing well. Then about half-way through it, M starts hopping off his seat and dropping candy and attempting to pick it up off the floor (bleh... the floors are so gross there) and then he wants to sit on my lap and then he wants to sit on his seat and drop candy again and sit in my lap and well, you get the point. He wouldn't sit still. Needless to say, he got fussy and loud and I had to escort him out and would you know he was kicking and screaming from the lobby out to the car. *sigh*

As we are walking to the car, some random guy (I'm making a disgusted look right now so that you know he was not someone that I wanted to be speaking to me or my child) and he says, "Hi there, little boy." Gives me the heebie-geebies!

So, in the car we sit. Fuuuuun! I really wanted to see the end of the movie, too.

Well, prior to the movie starting I was feeling a bit stressed and overwhelmed and by the time I got to the car, I was beyond overwhelmed and started crying.

My balloon that was nice and full had finally popped.

I always do this... I hold everything inside until I burst. I wasn't just crying, I was hysterical, couldn't catch my breath crying. You know, the ugly cry as people call it.

What could I possibly be that upset about. Well, let's see.
* Money
* Kids
* Work
* Design work
* Lack of sleep
* Best friend moving
^ This one will bring me to tears again and again and again.
* and probably more things that I can't think of at the moment.

Stupid balloon for popping. I hate it when that happens. Plus, crying makes me tired and working while tired is not fun. I think I yawned all 4 hours that I worked.