Just cause.
But lately, even while I was still pregnant, the cause of the crying has changed somewhat.
For example.
I find myself crying watching the end of Harry Potter.
Well. Maybe that one's a given for everyone.
In the car, when songs come on the radio, it seems that they have alternate meanings since the last time I sang along. For example, "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed is no longer about some long lost lover hoping I find a better man (and seriously, listening to the lyrics more closely, WTF was I thinking?)
It also becomes a lesson in what is appropriate to listen to in the car. Working with teens I already have some experience with this. Lately, my music choices have become limited since every song seems to be about getting some, giving some, or shaking your behind. What happened to good old fashioned love songs anyways?
And since the oldies station was cancelled, there is only one safe alternative left.
Shutting the damn thing off and singing her the classics myself!
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