With somewhere around 35 potential symptoms for perimenopause, it’s hard to figure out if it should get the blame for what used to be normal stuff.
- Am I cranky because of hormones, or am I just cranky because ________ (choose: I’m married. I’m a parent. my pants are tight. we are out of coffee. I want chocolate).
- Is my scale up five pounds because of middle-age water weight gain, or because I ate a half a bag of salty chips last night?
- Am I shunning my husband’s passes because my libido is affected, or because I need to fold the laundry?
- Is this a hot flash, or am I over heated because I just watched Bradley Cooper on the A-Team movie?
- Am I exhausted because peri-men hits you with crushing blows of fatigue, or because I had lunch with my peeps and drank a margarita?
- Am I emotional because that’s what happens to women at this age, or because I have a damn good reason to be or no reason at all?
Hmmmm. Emotional. That might be the one I do have any answer for. Don’t get me wrong I often get tearful when I don’t have a good reason. I am just wired that way. Truth be told, I’m basically a boob. I cried during my HS graduation. I was tearful when they tore down our house to build us a spectacular new one. I shed a few when my son was accepted into the schoo0l of our dreams. I have grabbed a Kleenex for: A good Hallmark Card commercial… watching my son receive an honor in school… saying goodbye to house guests… or the ‘never-fails’ moments, when my husband tears up over something. Seriously, is there anything more touching than seeing a man show emotion? Now, I don’t want him to be a blithering idiot. No wailing, please! But red-rimmed eyes, holding back the waterworks, pretty hard to take.
Today I got a note from an old HS classmate:
“Thank you for being you! I so appreciate your honesty and humor and insight.”
And yesterday from another:
“So proud of how you handle yourself and also so proud of your accomplishments.”
What? Really? Wow! Cue the water works. Let the tears flow! There is a joy in shedding tears over the unexpected. I say: Bring on the hormones if that’s what it takes! Enthusiastically embrace your inner basket case.Cry openly when someone touches your heart! Cry until your eyes swell shut!
Oh yeah…as Tom Hanks once said, ‘There’s no crying in baseball.’ Well, Tom, my life ain’t nothin’ like baseball! There’s lots of extra innings and I am the only designated hitter. So like real life – and reality TV – there is crying and not just in peri-menopause. It’s OK – really, it’s normal.
So please ladies.. go for it and Weep with reckless abandon!
Hey, if nothing else, your family will think you are nuts and give you some alone time… besides think of the water weight you’ll get rid of!