Managed a grown up goodbye to my daughter and my son in law this morning only to let loose the snot and tears during the Sury Bs, and then the loud wailing once I got to the bathroom. Apparently loud enough for my good buddy to slow down while heading towards the door to make sure whomever was in there was alright. Very glad to see her and get a hug when I came out. We kind of did a little wailing chorus since she is going through a hardship, and I guess it was loud enough to make teacher come out and make sure all is okay. Thank god she is the meaning of mothering compassion. So I make it back into the room again but as you may imagine not breathing very well, and still not over the fact that it is going to be a long haul until I see Mag & B again. So I close after standing and do some more blubbering under the blankie but I realize that I am not the only one sniffing and by the time I stuff my things in my bag I realize a 3rd person is having an emotional day, and as she and I walk out, teacher is talking to another lovely human being who later on consoles me while we put our coats on, and she is tearing because she confides that she will be having a very tough day. Poor teacher was scrambling from one tearful person to the other and I don’t think I have ever seen such a thing in the six years I have been her student. There. That was day two of #DryApril.