Monday, May 16, 2011

Feeling hot hot hot....then not not not

Yesterday (Sunday) the sky sprinkled, flung, poured buckets of cold water all over everyone and everything that dared to walk under it.

It's the freakin middle of May.

But this is dreary ole Michigan.

Where, I've read, is the only place you can get both a sunburn and frostbite in the same week.

Tru dat....

Saturday night my eyes sprinkled, flung, poured buckets of salty water all down and over my puffy, red cheeks.

I got to thinking that soon I'll be in a forced retirement type situation (when my two kids fly the coop at almost the same time.)

I'm being forced to "quit" my favorite job ever.

It's the only thing I ever "did" really well.

Suddenly and seemingly right out of the blue that fat fuck Father Time has said I'm done.

"Your work here is no longer needed".

"It's time to mosey on down the road toward the next chapter of your life"

On Sunday morning when I told Daddio about my dissolving into that big, huge puddle of woe is me behind the bathroom door he looked at me kind of strange, patted my head and said "well, you still have me to take care of".

It's the freakin middle of my life.

But this is dreary ole Menopause.

Where heatstroke and brain farts and woe is me personal rainstorms come about... hummm, when they damn well feel like it.

Thanks for listening....

*** EDITED.... to add,

Bear just told me, not ten minutes ago, that last night he hit a car that was backing up at the same time as he....the cop said "you'll get something in the mail in about 10 days.."

Really now...

You can take this job and shove it, I ain't workin here no mo.....


  1. :( big huge hugs for you. Your posts often make me stop and enjoy these kids of mine a little bit more, while they're young. Thanks for sharing your life. xoxoxo

  2. Well, I would comment, but it hits too close to home for me, on several levels....yours and mine. They were my first kids and while my house isn't completely empty, the thought and almost certain reality that the next ones (yours and mine) are leaving soon is almost more than I can bear. Who knew it would be here so soon? AHHHH, Pee Wee, where are you????? Chocolate cake??? Come back!


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