It is all fun and games...

It is all fun and games until your doctor says:

 "perimenopausal" 

multiple times in a visit.

Time is marching on and I am apparently aging, regardless of my 

inability to believe it.

Tired at mid-day= besides waking up at 4am daily...

you are gonna find that it takes longer to recover.

Periods acting weird, even on a BCP= you are 46, we are seeing signs of perimenopause

night sweats= perimenopause

pissed off at what I am saying= perimenopausal

That spot I need to burn off your face= stupid things you did as a teenager, now you will pay for it!

They say aging is a gift, I understand that 

I believe that

I am thankful for still being able to walk this earth...

Aging, the process is a mystery and many facets are mysterious

I need to corner people and ask questions...

I need information!

Apparently, even though I feel like an awkward 17year old on the inside

I am still a 46 year old on the outside

sigh

Laughter in funny places

I was in line at Target the other day and could hear a kid 

in COMPLETE meltdown mode.

Kicking, screaming... crying

Mom, trying to finish her tasks had the kid in the cart and was in 

the self check out line.

She was doing the "don't give the situation attention, it will only make it worse" technique

The result, was the little girl screaming and kicking in the cart the whole time

while mom and older sister finished their much needed tasks.

I was in a parallel line, choosing to be away from the sounds.

But....while in line I found myself laughing.

Out loud and carefree....

The couple in front of me, the cashier and the lady behind me looked at me for a reason.

I said " I am laughing because I am thankful I do not have to deal with that today.

One less drama for ME, YEAH"

At that everyone agreed and nodded and giggled to themselves.

The woman behind me said, 

" When I had my kids, that kind of thing was not allowed"

I said to her " sometimes people have bad days, clearly that little lady is having one. She is learning how to deal with it. I feel for mom, as clearly she is just trying to finish what she came her for..."

The older woman didn't really know how to react...

maybe she wasn't able to grasp the fact that a kid might have a bad day, 

and being uneducated on how to deal with the feeling, went strait to tantrum.

I completed my purchase, and left, hearing the crying fade as I left out the front doors.

It felt like I was choosing happy over drama.

But later I wondered...

Was I lacking empathy?

Was I gloating?