Have a Very Peri (menopausal) Winter-Based Celebration, including, but by no means limited to those of a judeo-christian origin

Could be an interesting time in our lives. And not just for the obvious dearth of decent holiday music.

It would/could/might be that I have begun that "ten, maybe fifteen" year long journey into perimenopause. And it would/could/might (ha!) be that I'm not such an un-complex and shoddy mother thinking that Virginia Woolf jumped the gun (no suicide puns, I swear) a teensy bit about that whole rest cure thing because Gawdalmighty, I am tired and I hurt and I would like to rest. No, it could be that I am really just PERI MENO PAUS AL. I will, of course, strive to remain the same dysthymic and unipolar mess we know me as, but who can say?

Put that in your hat and smoke it.

There exists the most diaphanous and ephemeral possibility that the hairball of physical and mental woes I daily bear has due cause. PERI MENO PAUS E. Yesterday I saw an EN DO CRON OL OG IST with a Ph. D in hairball and he said, "looks about right to me."

Flame on, I say.

Seriously, this is some awful shit (sorry Jenny). PMS, Pregnancy, Labor, Nursing, Mastitis, Baby Belly, all that stuff is cake (carb loading) compared to this. If this is something that can be fixed...aww, what am I saying? That's about as likely as a black president.

Oh. Well, Good for me. On both counts. And good for my children. On both counts.