DS is a very "spirited" kiddo & we've been having a lot of issues with him at school lately. Wednesday was an especially rough day for him & I BROKE. DOWN. at the dinner table. I tried to hide it, but I couldn't. He was very sweet & rubbed my back once DH explained that I was crying because he is a reflection of us & his bad days are our bad days, etc. DS becoming so concerned about me was such a sweet moment, that it made me cry MORE & I had to leave the table to cry alone in the bathroom.
Ah, how I've missed being a crazy hormonal mess!