I was having an emotional meltdown yesterday - and well into the night. Knowing DH was tired, and not being sure if I wanted to talk about it, I was trying to sleep/not cry in bed.

So, he cuddles up to me and says that he knows I'm upset and maybe it will help if I talk about it. I tried to just chalk it up to hormones, but eventually ended up a hot mess of tears and snot as I talked about it.

He laughed. Thanks dear, I'm crying my eyes out and you're trying not to giggle. He says, "What!? I'm sorry, I think it's cute. The hormones are hitting you hard tonight."

Um, yeah nothing about this teary-snotty-hormone-induced-or-not-mess was CUTE.