He Knows I’m Crazy

Went in this morning to wake T up and ask if he wanted to get up then (6 a.m.) or sleep until 7.

Obviously he chose the 7 a.m. wake up call.

I decided that it was time to check his phone. 

Something I have not done since he got it.

I trust my son.

I know every parent says that and then wonders how their child became a serial killer.

But I do.

He comes to me with things that I know he won’t talk about with his dad.

Regardless that is neither here no there.

I open his phone and decide the first thing that I was going to look at was his text messages.

I flip open and my eyes start looking down the list.

And see what I am listed as in his phone.

I burst out laughing so hard.

T half asleep: what why are you laughing what are you doing?

Me: Looking at your phone. I haven’t since I got it for you and I just saw how you have me named. I love it.

Crazy Lady I Came out Of. 

That is my handle.

Also and I am not sure where I heard this or if I have written it here before.

Regardless as far as I am concerned it is still funny.

I would really like to know who decided that this point of my life is called menopause.

Believe me I have not hit the pause button on my crazy hormone induced frenzy I just no longer have a physical aspect of it.

And I highly doubt that at age 60 I am suddenly going to say:

Hey you know what I really miss being hormonal and nearly killing people every 28 days or so.

Where is the unpause button? 

I would really like my period back.

Ha! 

There is not a woman around who is going to want it back.

I mean I could be wrong but I cheered and would have done cartwheels if I did not fear falling on my face.

Have a great Tuesday all.

Hope that I sent you off with a smile on your lips and a cheer in your heart.

©Feb. 23/21

Picture is my own