Well, we're halfway into my second day of lots of crying. Yesterday it was thinking about my Grandpa and how its been nearly a year since he died.
Today its because when we went out to leave for school/gymnastics I found that my car had been broken into and my cell phone and charger stolen. "Broken into" is a relative term I suppose as the doors weren't locked (we sometimes forget. Oops). This, on top of a major headache, no sleep and nausea kept me on the verge of tears all morning.