This morning while sitting on the patio enjoying
a nice cool breeze and a cup of coffee
I announced to my Dear Husband, “It’s Friday!”
He gave me a strange look.
I then launched into a tirade.
“What??!! You think just because I don’t work
as hard as you do that I can’t enjoy it being Friday
and look forward to the weekend?!!
I enjoy the weekends just as much as you do,
I may not work all that many hours but I am allowed
to be happy it’s Friday, you know!”
He just smiles and says “It’s Thursday.”
I think I'm being held hostage by my hormones.
I've been blindfolded, hog tied,
and left in a hot sweaty heap.
I have always had a happy-go-lucky personality.
In the past week I've gone from being
subdued, quiet and morose
to feeling quite spastic and
wanting to slap the smiles off people's faces.
I've been tired and in need of several daily naps.
I've been forgetful.
In the middle of a sentence I completely
forget what I'm talking about.
So I just shrug and make it look like it's just too painful
Whatever it was.
For those of you that do know me,
I can't blame it all on menopause.
I've been confused for a long time.