Saturday morning and I’m still finding myself feeling a little overwhelmed. I know I have said it before and I’ll probably say it again in months to come, but I’m convinced I’m dealing with perimenapause. Last night I got so upset about something that normally I would have blow off and rolled my eyes at. Something has got to give- seriously. I feel like Sybil. If it continues, I’m going to go to the doc and see if he’ll do a test to check my hormone levels, because last night I was asking myself.. what are you so upset about? I knew what I was feeling didn’t make sense, but yet I felt it anyway. It will pass though- I’m sure of it.
In the meantime- be happy you don’t have to live with me.