I've never been one organized enough to monitor my menstrual cycles, but as I approach menopause I find that it crucial. My husband and I observed that about once a month I either want a divorce or take my DH for a worthless bum or think my son's about to commit suicide if I don't intervene and run his life or whatever other crisis may rear its ugly head though usually a combo of these three, this accompanied by lots of tears and swearing.

So yeah, I decided it'd be good to have a chance to brace ourselves. So here we are. Yay. I'm weepy and tearful, but have managed to bite my tongue and think real hard before addressing my DH... and stop text messages before they send to my son... and not take time off to run to Wichita to save a young man who doesn't want saving. In fact his words were, "Leave me alone." and "Give me some space."

Must be why I like pitt bulls so much. We have a lot in common. Neither of us let go very well.

It would certainly clear up my sudden inexplicable and overwhelming craving for sweets. It would also break the mystery of having added a couple pounds the last few days.

Colleagues told me to call my doctor, get some happy pills. I think they're right. I haven't yet secured a local physician, and it's time. I've lived in the Tulsa area over a year now, no reason to sluff it off anymore.