"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"With matted hair, animal-cracker stained leggings and those horrendous boots, I headed confidently home. Half an hour later... I heard the chime of an incoming text on my phone. It was from my husband..."
