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.
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.
Picture is my own