I'm a Leaky Faucet

I'm not an overly-emotional person. I consider myself to be a realistically emotional person.

Meaning, I cry when it's necessary and I don't when it's not.

{The only exception to that is sappy movies/TV shows/etc...I can cry at the drop of a hat when it comes to that stuff. Otherwise, though, I'm pretty emotionally stable person.}

Until lately.

Finals are kicking my butt. Completely.

I've been at my peak stress level.

I've been just entirely exhausted.

Don't get me wrong, it's absolutely worth it. Well, I think it is. Right now, it's hard to see past the work to the future payoff. But I know I have to keep plugging away.

But that doesn't help with the stress.

As a result, I've been overly emotional. And driving Al crazy.

Actually, he's amazingly patient.

{Although he's a typical guy and rarely knows what to say. Sometimes he's trying to be funny and screws up royally. But most of the time, he's supportive.}

The worst part, of course, is that he can't be here to wipe my tears and hold me.

He watches helpless through webcam.

I cry. He tries to console. I cry more.

We're 10 days away. I'll be finished with finals and that same night he gets in from Texas.

We get to spend our first Christmas together in 3 years!

I took a week off of work so we can just enjoy each other and not worry about books, clients, class or homework in any way.

And hopefully, there will be a LOT less tears.