Oh, I hated those days...

DH was taking me to the train station so I could go to work and I don't know why, but I just started crying. He said: what's wrong? I said: I don't know. And just started wailing. He took me home put me in a nice hot shower, tucked me into bed with a book and called my work to tell them I wasn't feeling the best.

Just let it out. I would watch a nice soppy movie and get it all out of your system.

Sometimes a good cry is just awesome!