This is menopause.
This is your Brain:
This is your brain on menopause.
A brain is a terrible thing to waste.
These are your keys. Your lost keys.
This is not your junk drawer:
This is your boss when you get to work late. Again.
This is you explaining yourself to your boss.
This is your new hair cut.
This is how your new haircut actually looks on you in the morning:
This is your new exercise outfit.
This is what your new exercise outfit actually looks like on you.
These are your kids.
These are your kids when you and your ‘mood’ enter the room.
This is the man you married.
This is the Man you Married coping with menopause.
This is how you gardened before.
This is your idea of gardening now.
This was your housekeeping before menopause.
This is what you accept as housekeeping today.
This is you sleeping. Before.
This you sleeping. Now.
This is how much coffee you used to be able to drink.
This is how much coffee you can drink now.
These were your happy, yappy little dogs.
These are your quieter yappy dogs today.
This was your typical glass of wine before.
This is your preferred glass size now.
It’s time to do the ‘Itchy Cat’ Dance, Ladies!
Ahh… menopause, that horrendous misappropriation of natures cruelest curse to women yet. I am certain nature is deviously working on something worse, right now, to upstage menopause.
Oh, right. Wait. That’s already been invented. It’s called life-pause. Or, more affectionately, death.
You suck, Menopause. In short, I am becoming more vacuous by the day. A genuine airhead.
However, I find there are certain niceties to growing dumber. Like, I shrug more often when I don’t know the answer. And shrugging is a good exercise. It builds up the dorsal fins, or something. I dunno. [[shrug]]
But. That’s Okay. I think I’ll enjoy my new and improved dorsal fins. Maybe I’ll look fetching!
*all photos via Bing Images