But I do. I went to see him and declare my passage - he argued with me! - he was sure I was WRONG. I was TOO YOUNG (don't hear that too often at 50) and didn't have enough symptoms. But I had one symptom that seemed important enough: I really wanted to eat my children.
I feel like a teenager. The sound of their voices, which used to be music to my ears, makes me want to strangle somebody! Their bickering is going to get someone thrown through a window. If I have to pick up one more sock I am going to dip it in chloroform.
This is why a Menopausal Mom should not have children still in the home. I am now seeing the wisdom of having children as young as 11, and being free by 25. God really did know better than I. How about that?
I will now be getting help, now that I am "official", and by help, I mean a job outside the home and some really good "Please Don't Eat the Children" medication.
If you know anyone interested in hiring a motivated menopausal maniac, let me know. I'm picking up my prescription today.