I'm a crier.
I cry a lot - when I'm sad, happy, angry or tired.
This week, I'm super tired. I think I'm missing the lazy days and regular siestas from last week.
I'm also a thinker. I over think things sometimes.
So, because I'm tired and thoughtful this week, I ended up having a cry last night.
I'd convinced myself I was a bad wife - I didn't want to cook dinner, I hadn't moved from the sofa after getting in from work, and (shock horror!) I still haven't finished unpacking my suitcase.
Mr B assured me that none of the above makes me a bad wife. I didn't believe him, so I got straight into the kitchen to rustle him up some dinner... a boiled egg sarnie!