When I was in my 30’s I asked a sweating woman having hot flashes next to me at work what it was like having Meno Pause. She looked at me, smiled, and said “You know I am a gentle person right? I would never hurt anyone. Last week in the store I wanted to kill a woman for standing in front of the celery.” I remember looking at her in shock and disbelief.
And then my Meno Pause came, years later. I remember the day well. My son had forgotten me on Mothers Day. Usually a gentle soul, I watched the clock tick by later and later, with out a call or flowers at the door. Suddenly, all the pent in anger and resentments of my life surfaced at one time. I could bear no more!
I dialed his number and screamed “Damn It! Don’t you think I have feelings? How could you forget me on Mothers Day?!
Aghast in bed next to his wife, I could hear my sleepy son become 2 years old. “Mom! Oh God! I am so sorry! It completely slipped my mind. Mom?.......
{at this point I slammed down the phone} I began to sweat profusely, the menopause demon slipping away, hearing the words of my dear work companion echo “ You know I wanted to kill her for standing in front of the celery.”
The great part is that my son has never forgotten me on Mother’s Day since. It’s too bad I waited so long to take my “Bitch Pill”. It’s wonderful being a Prairie Crone wise woman.
