i often overreact.

so i'm overweight. and today, though a fantastic day for our extended family, was not a wonderful day for me. i was so excited about "picture day." cw's first school picture. new jeans, a new sweater, and his favorite shoes. keens, just like his buddy, ls. he didn't want to wear the sweater to school because the neck was "too high" and the zipper was "cutting off his air." so i put the sweater in a bag and let him wear a long sleeve brown t-shirt over his new white t-shirt that was supposed to go directly under the sweater. and i worried and i fretted all day. and with good reason. he got in the car and dramatically said, "you won't believe that i forgot to put my sweater on for the picture!" excuse me, i say. i struggle to compose myself. "i really didn't wear it and i don't know why. but we went to pictures right after lunch and i didn't put my sweater on because i didn't remember to and i told miss g that i needed to put on my sweater but she didn't hear me because i said it in a number one voice (which is silent)." we arrived home and i put bw back to bed. then i locked the front door and pulled a glenn close by calling matt three times to freak out about the picture. i had a sudden revelation and asked cw to remove the brown t-shirt and i found that he had a huge, HUGE chocolate milk stain on the front of his white t, the one he wore in the picture. he assured me it was okay because he sat in the front row and so they probably didn't get the stain in the picture. then, then, i noticed the chocolate milk mustache on his face. as i quietly walked upstairs i heard him say, "i'm really sorry mom." i proceeded to my room, where i placed my overweight body in the middle of my bed and began to cry. and once i started crying, i decided that i deserved a really good, guttural, moaning- sounds-from-my-stomach sob. and i really enjoyed it. it lasted for about three miutes. and then i walked back downstairs. cw was waiting at the bottom. with a slightly frightened look on his face he asked, "do you think you will be okay later tonight? i'm sorry. you didn't send a wup wipe (wet wipe) to clean off my face and i'm only a kid. i just, i'm really sorry and next time i'll remember to wear the sweater." i'm overweight. and that's why i overreacted so severely. hopefully he won't need therapy after the picture-day debacle.