My eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to overflow and spoil our family breakfast at a special waterfront restaurant. As ridiculous as it sounds, a family spat over what to order made me cry. Seated across from me, my husband and two kids looked worried. Not wanting to ruin a special occasion, I struggled to control myself.
As I took deep breaths and willed away the tears, I thought back over my week. Several conflicts had gone unresolved, and PMS had set me on a roller-coaster ride headed for disaster. Now I had so much frustration pent-up inside that it spilled out as a flood of tears over a silly disagreement about whether to order an omelet or Turkish breakfast! What’s a girl to do?