Cryyyyin

Menopause hit me upside the head with a sledge hammer yesterday. I don't think I cried that much all of last year. I'd think about how many dishes were in the sink and cry. I'd see the laundry and cry. The puppy--yes the puppy made me cry. Of course he was peeing on the floor at the time. I think crazy people don't have anything on a woman going through menopause. (Don'tcha think they should have named it womenopause?) Oh my poor children. They got yelled at for using up too much oxygen. Kids, here's a tip, when mom is crying at an alarming pace, don't ask "are you ok?". Nope. Not ok. But I really can't tell you what is wrong, I don't know. I think the hormones have something to do with it, no kidding, huh? But I can't tell you if I have too many or not enough. If I think too hard about it, I'll feel like I need to cry some more. So let's go about our business and see what happens.
Looking forward to tomorrow!