Well, that was cathartic.
Here’s the deal: I have menopause-itis and I have it
bad. There was nothing said or done this
weekend that didn’t irritate me. I
wanted to climb in bed and not climb out until the hubby and kid left for
work/school tomorrow morning. The noise,
the rough-housing, the teasing, the noise...I already said that one, didn’t I?
Sigh. The thing is, I
know it wasn’t their fault. My mom used
to tell me, “If you think everyone else is crazy, it might be you.” Huh, now that I type that, there’s a whole
lot of stuff about her that makes sense.
Anyhoo…she was right on this one.
Everyone else in the world can’t be wrong all at the same time. And I can’t be the only person in the world
who’s right. (Actually, I’m pretty sure
I can, but I’ll exercise pretend humility for this post.) ;-)
I hate being this way as much as I hate seeing Tessa be this
way. I complain about her hormones and
then mine seize my brain and I act the same.
I’ve been pretty close to one of her massive melt-downs myself. And I truly do feel bad when I snap at both
of them. I don’t stop, of course, but I do
feel bad.
I like to think that God gave women these problems because
we’re the stronger sex. Think about it…it
takes a lot of strength and determination to go through 40+/- years of monthly
periods, childbirth, a life-time of child-rearing (cause that never stops, you
know) and menopause. It takes a toll on
our body, our mind, and our spirit. It’s
HARD, y’all.
Now that everyone’s settling down for the night, I can
unwind and prepare myself for the week ahead.
It should be a good week: Lunch
with one bestie tomorrow and another bestie’s birthday on Wednesday. I just need to get past my own self and I’ll
be fine.
At least that’s what the crazy people keep telling me.
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