There’s nothing like getting yourself ready in the morning, only to start stripping while wrestling clothes off and on your kid for school. Then walking around topless to cool off before the neighbor kid comes over to get a ride.
Sheesh.
Then I spend the rest of the day in a body on the verge of another meltdown if I get too hot, but is also on the verge of freezing solid trying not to overheat. It’s a strange sensation being both hot and cold at the same time.
I get it now. I never didn’t believe women, but I get it now. Bless the ones who have an easy and unremarkable transition. I’m just not built that way.
So the kids get to hear about it. My coworkers get to hear about it. Even my clients get the jokes about me having no idea if the room is too cold.
Thankfully it’s not every morning. I get a few weeks or a couple months free from hot flashes that leave me feeling crazy. Then they roll back in with a whoosh.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 