Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Emotions running high

I know this photo is nearly the same as the last one of Soho, but I love this pattern and am going to bore you all senseless with it! It is soooo easy and mindless (my favourite sort of knitting) but is soooo pretty! Gorgeous yarn too. I think you were all very mean not suggesting I carry on and knit it when I asked you on Saturday (except you Kathryn!). That will teach me to ask though I suppose! It is proving very addictive knitting.

Whilst this is not very addictive! By the time I needed to knit on Saturday evening, there were 2 votes to start a new pink sock, one for Soho and only one for a new sock. So I did as I was told. Grudgingly. However, it's growing fairly quickly so maybe one day soon I might have another pair of socks.

Yesterday in school was the prize giving day - awards being given to the child who has achieved the most and the one who has tried the most. Extra awards are also given where appropriate. I hate this whole thing - not because I think it's wrong you understand, but because I am an emotional wreck and always end up in tears.

Well yesterdays started with an award for a little boy in our class with cerebral palsy. When he first started with us in September, he could hardly walk, had no speech and wouldn't even tolerate holding a pencil, let alone making marks with it. Now he walks (no, runs) so fast, we have to run to keep up with him, he will sit still for up to 20 mins while the register, dinners and calendars are sorted, he can trace his name and is one of the most popular children in school. We all love him to bits. So when he toddled up to get his award, there was barely a dry eye in the house. I cried. Lots. Then one by one other children got up to receive their awards too - all their parents shed a tear. I shed a bucket load.

And then the choir got up to sing. Oh dear oh me. Whether it was all the pent up emotion from Saturday, I just don't know, but I really and truly got very upset in deed. It is such a pain being an emotional person, especially when work colleagues sit pointing and laughing at you. That just made me angry - do people think I cry because I like being a laughing stock?

I have always felt other people's emotions - if I see someone sad, I feel sad too. I wish I could harden myself off a bit, toughen up, but sadly I seem to be getting worse. I'm far better off pretending to be an ostrich and shutting off the outside world by burying my head in the sand.

But then in the evening, I watched a film. Anything with Maggie Smith in it is wonderful. The fact that Rowan Atkinson was also in it made it perfect. I laughed nearly all the way through this film and have even laughed today just remembering it. My work colleagues must think I'm mad - crying one day, laughing to myself the next.

They're coming to take me away ha ha, they're coming to take me away...

11 comments:

dottycookie said...

I'm not surprised you cried - I sympathise, I really do. I wept in the playgroup nativity play when someone else's child was the most adorably touching Mary - mine had refused to be in the play so I couldn't pretend her sheep impersonation had made me so emnotional. My poor husband didn't know where to look.

I have to say, I'd rather be soppy than hard as nails, though a little bit less damp round the edges would be good!

Lucy Locket-Pocket said...

I'm a total softy too and very emotional! Especially at the moment what with leaving work this week (kept filling up with tears yesterday whenever anyone said "oh it's your last week") and with Fred leaving Infants on Friday. It's his leavers' assembly tomorrow and I know I'll be in bits! It's the end of an era!

Shame on your work colleagues for making you feel uncomfortable though!

Lucy x

Ali said...

If it makes you feel any better I was crying at Spotys Day today and it wasn't even my boys' race!

I never want anyone to comment though - so I hide behind my hair.

Ali said...

I didn't mean Spotys Day - although if there was one, I'd win the mothers' contest.

Sports, SPORTS, get a grip!

quinn said...

I'm getting worse as I get older...I've wept at a dog show!

And unfortunately, I am not one of your elegant, artistic weepeers - no. I am the red-faced, swollen-eyed, too-choked-up-to-talk variety.

Wish I could learn to control it. Maybe someone will post advice?

Anonymous said...

I get more emotional the older I get so I sympathize - I must say I'm not sure I like the sound of the people you work with - teachers should not be so judgmental of others
jenny

trashalou said...

We call it 'Auntie Lil's disease' in our family. I have even been known to cry at the Andrex ad!

Cybèle said...

I always thought it was having kids that did it for me. I cry at everything now - adverts, music, kids plays (and no, they don't even need to be my kids for me to get emotional). Everything you described would make me cry too. I do manage to keep it to a lump in my throat and some wet eyes most of the time, thank goodness...

Rachel said...

I agree with Cybele, since having kids I will cry at anything, even certain bits of music will set me off! Last night was William's leavers service which was incredibly emotional - it's seeing other people cry that is the worst trigger for me so when all the kids started crying I did too (and I wasn't the only one!)

wonderwoman said...

nothing wrong with being emotional - i cry at the drop of a hat!!!

xx

Hat said...

We're all weepers in our family. I don't think I've ever been to the doctor without crying almost before I've got in the door. So embarrassing. I'm sure they've got me down as a nutter!
The thing that cheered me up was reading in Maureen Lipman's autobiography that she never managed to get out of a meeting with the doctor or her children's teachers without ending up in tears. Often for no good reason! And I agree with everyone else, it does get worse as you get older.