Our Cup(s) Runneth Over

Being an older parent (I was almost 40 when Tessa was born) certainly has its benefits.  You’re calmer, smarter, more settled and have more income.  It also has a downside.  It’s what I like to call:

THE BATTLE OF THE HORMONES (Duhn, duhn, duuuuuuuhhhhhhn)

By luck or by curse, Tessa has entered into puberty at the same time I have entered into peri-menopause.  Poor Don.  This is similar to mixing oil with water, ammonia with bleach, fire with gasoline…you get the picture.  Things don’t mix, y’all. 

It’s a world of extremes this summer.  We’re either a well-tuned machine or spontaneous combustion – take your pick.  There’s no in-between.  NONE.  There are days I’m worried that one of us will land in jail.  Or at the bottom of a river.

Tessa has many years to go on the puberty train.  I’m getting close to the post-menopausal station, but we keep going back to pick up one more rider.  This is fine as long as we don’t have any stowaways hoping on board.  In any event, we’ve got a loooooooooong way to go before this situation gets better.

So hang on to your hats, folks; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!