So the other day I had a few moments to myself and I decided to use them to fold some laundry. In the meantime, I put on the audiobook of Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. I was near the end of the story and listening happily along when it came to the part where Wendy grows up and is no longer able to go to Neverland with Peter. Oh yeah. I totally started crying. Like snuffling, snorting sobs. It was so sad and so true and so real to me, especially at that moment - and that plus the slight hormonal imbalance made for a very wet and boogery combination. Pathetic? Perhaps.