I Am One HOT Mother

My Rock (he has insisted that I refer to him, publicly, in this way) has taken to sleeping in the spare room. Not as a result of marital disharmony (Rock sleeps on the sofa under those circumstances- more gravitas) but because, he states, sharing a bed with me “is like sleeping next to a really rubbish active volcano”. I’m either wide awake because the things that I’ve forgot all day have suddenly all come back to me in a tidal wave or I’ve got the sweats… or both or, as a result of the sweats, I’ve decamped to the top of the duvet and, thus, freezing and attempting to a retreat back under the duvet without fully waking. Basically, there is a lot of thrashing around happening and not in the way Rock would like. I get so hot he can’t even contemplate an approach anyway, not without safety equipment.

Yes people … I’m going through THE CHANGE! Now, of all the things that I’m embracing during my mid life review, this is not one of them. THE CHANGE sounds like you’re going to transform into a butterfly or some beautiful, ethereal creature. But no folks, what happens is you transform into (in no particular order) a sweaty, podgy, tired, spotty, shadow of your former self. Irritable? Duh!!!

The list is endless: your hair falls out (seemingly onto your top lip), you dry up* which doesn’t really matter because sex is the last thing on your mind. In fact, there is nothing actually on your mind at all apart from …. hmmmm what was I saying? I forget actual words – I genuinely thought I had some version of early onset dementia and being acutely aware you have said the right words but not necessarily in the wrong order. *You’re not always dried up though; you pee a bit when you sneeze, cough or laugh.

So, basically women are born they get a bit of time off to learn to walk and stuff and then that’s it…BOOM! Periods, pregnancy, childbirth, menopause and then, pretty much, straight onto death really – you may get the last 10 years to yourself but that’s about it. You’re probably going to be preoccupied with osteoporosis anyway at that point. Overdramatising am I? …. DONT TELL ME IM OVERDRAMATISING

God help me

By Kim Hawley

I’m a mum ... 48 years on our glorious planet and I have got some stuff to get of my chest!

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