Spilled Milk

Last night, I literally cried over spilled milk. It wasn't really the milk, it was just the last straw of a very long week, and I needed a good cry to let it all out. I think I scared my DH a bit, though, since I'm not the prone-to-tears sort of gal. At least I had the sense to send the kids to their rooms before I started. And I didn't yell about the milk - it really was an accident.