Oh, me.

When I get overly tired I sort of turn into a toddler.  I pout. My lip comes out. Look at me sideways and I cry. When I'm hungry, the same. When I'm stressed, the same. When I'm sick, ditto. 

Everything at once? Lock me up. 

Which was me, this morning. A cold has been approaching for a few days. Scratchy throat, dry mouth, congestion. I woke up this morning with a full-blown cold. Of course I'm only pissed because I'm supposed to start marathon training on Monday, and that's going to bomb if I'm sick.

Also pissed because, like I said, I'm a toddler when I'm sick. Someone hold my hand. Someone feed me soup. Someone let me stay in bed all day and cast pitying stares in my direction after fluffing my pillow and kissing my forehead. 

This morning, on the way home from the gym, it all came bubbling out. Literally bubbling. Tears, snot, words. 

"But... I don't FEEL good... I... I just... I just want some ORANGE JUICE... I... (sniff)... I want to crawl... in a HOLE... (snort)... I WANT MY MOM."


Blink. Blink-blink.

You guys, I said that. I cried. For my mommy. 

Don't tell anyone.