As Katie McPherson writes today, “We've all done it: pulled into the driveway and not gotten out of the car. Your boss chewed your ass for something at work that wasn't even your fault, and you know you're about to walk into the absolute chaos of kids and dinner and homework and bedtimes. So you cry. Why is it that so many moms cry in the car, though? It can't just be the timing. What is it about sitting in the front seat, car in park, that just begs us to break down for a second? Listen, if staring at the wall can count as meditation, why can't a good steering wheel sob sesh count as therapy?” She spoke with a slew of experts to discover what’s behind it – and why it’s so damn normal. |
