The Seven Dwarfs of Menopause
Comforted in the thought that I was one of those fortunate women who experience little (if any) discomfort associated with the hormonal shifts of menopause...BAM! With little advance warning, I am as surprised as the next guy when I suddenly became an itchy, bloated, sweaty, bitchy, forgetful psycho.
The good news: The dwarfs tend to exit within minutes of their arrival.
The bad news: I am left to sheepishly explain just why the dish towel folded over the oven handle incited WW III at the Spotswood residence recently.
A word of warning: It is not in anyone's best interest to discuss my displeasure of trivial matters during a hormone surge. I'm just saying.
YOU JUST WOULDN'T GET IT!
Sorry for shouting. It wasn't me. It was "Bitchy and Psycho".
So, as Mr. Something scrambles to turn on a fan, provide me with a glass of ice water and a cold pack, I can't help but tune in to his wistful reminisces of what he refers to as "the good ole days of PMS".