Have you ever had one of those days where it took everything you had not to break down and cry? I mean, over anything--regardless of its significance? Well, that was my day today. I'm sure it's a combination of female hormones, lack of sleep and a variety of different stressors carrying over from the weekend: playing 4 soccer games in a single-day tournament, out of town guests, work, kids, husband...the list goes on and on as it does for most of us. Even good stress is stress. So although I had a truly awesome weekend full of adventure and love, I'm officially pooped and the tears wouldn't stop today. And something in particular kept setting them off. Alder came home last Thursday and informed me he wasn't allowed to go to recess. He could barely speak to me. His eyes blinked hard and fast, deep breaths in and out, he had to take a self imposed "time out" to gather his thoughts before he was able to explain what happened. These...