Last year I started a new weekly feature Diary of A Menopausal Mum, this was where I let of steam and let out my menopausal thoughts and rantings. During lockdown I stopped writing the posts and it would have been the same thing all the time and talking about lockdown. My last post was last April, so a year ago I did not realise it was that long.
With things easing off, I am back to share my menopausal self of rantings and often things my family just look at me as if to say did you really just say or do that.
My poor family have had to put up with me stomping round the house, ranting and raving. Why? you will all know the battle we have had to obtain any education for C. I have had meetings, put in appeals, spoken to Solicitors and even our MP. I go around the house muttering FFS under my breath. Apart from the swearing, anyone with a toddler having a tantrum can relate to how I often was.
Last week, we were told we had won and education is being put in place.
Last week it was my birthday, and we headed to Brighton to celebrate. The weather was great which meant loads of others headed to the beach as well. Walking along the beach I was disgusted to see the amount of litter that people had just thrown and left. What happened to taking your rubbish home with you or finding a bin.
I remember when my kids were little, my daughter being disgusted when she saw people drop litter, and in her loudest voice would say so as well.
Where I live it is a busy main road leading to a Theme park, we even find discarded used nappies along the road.
It is so hot
The hot flushes are still there, I can go from freezing to boiling in 0.5 seconds. My poor husband gets so fed up of hearing me go on about how hot it is, is the heating on, are you sure it is not on. Can I open a window, he freezes and then I am its cold can you put the heating on.
Then there is the mood swings, even I get dizzy trying to keep up with them.
The worst is the forgetfulness, I go to make a coffee and come back with something totally random or forget to make it and do something else. I even have the art of having a conversation and forgetting what I am talking about half way through.
Do you suffer with the menopause, or a partner or Mum?