Sleep, it’s a great thing if you can get it.  I had about four to five hours last night.  My body prefers a good eight.  It seems that with the dread thing called menopause comes less sleep.  If it isn’t hot flashes waking me, it’s the sweats.  Then again, there are those nights where it’s impossible to fall asleep.

     DH can tell when I’ve had a bad night because when he greets me he gets a glassy glare until I’ve had my coffee.  Sometimes he might even get a growl.  He pauses in mid sentence, points to the coffee pot, and waits for the second or third cup to kick in.  He learned over the years never to stand between the coffee pot and me when I first get up.

     Mood swings aren’t fun and I’m glad I don’t have them too often.  DH is thrilled.  What man wants his wife to go from zero to sixty in three seconds?  His car yes, his wife, no. 

     Life is ever changing, and to tell the truth, I’m enjoying the heck out of this time of my life.  There’s a sense of freedom now that I don’t remember having when I was younger.  Yep, call me crazy but I like this.