Shower

Lately when I have had the urge or really the need to clean I find after two minutes of just actually walking to find the broom or mop or both I break out in a hot sweat. Usually that would stop my urge to clean in a hot minute so to say. Plus add a little joint pain from out of nowhere and that's usually a rap for me. I say to myself the universe doesn't want me to clean but since the universe didn't supply me with a endless cash flow or a maid then that means most days I don't have a choice. And on this particular day with peoply coming over I really did not have much of one.

So, I grabbed a cool drink and a small fan and was ready to go. I couldn't get half the kitchen floor swept before gobs of sweat started rolling down my face. I was starting to wish I had the merry maids number on speed dial. I seriously thought about looking them up. But, I said to myself OK, this is crazy this apartment is not that big. The park we go to is bigger. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, cursed hot flashes and menopause and carried on like I was on a mission. I wasn't going to be beaten by menopause and a broom. No, not me. I had two hours to get this place almost spotless. Spotless was not going to happen cause after all, we live here its not a tiny show place. 

Two hours later I was hotter then hot, I was sure I hadn't been that hot since I had the flu ten years ago. I pulled back my soaking wet hair in a bun and changed my shirt and I was ready to meet and greet. When the guests came someone asked if I just got out of the shower. I guess judging from the look of my hair that was a logical assumption. 

Yes, I did have a shower it is called a menopause shower.