Crying over the Meatballs

One of my son's favorite things to say to me is OMG. I feel like saying that a lot too sometimes. I actually could say it a lot more then he does when I tell him to do something like come inside after 200000 hours of being outside on the weekend or taking out the trash. I can say it when I have my 30,000 hot flash during the daytime and my sometimes oh so not nice hot sweats at night.  I could say it when I am running to bathroom after my 5th cup of cold water trying to cool myself off after just sitting and sweating for no reason at all. Or when I am watching a comedy on television and start crying for no reason at the happy ending. Not too mention all the aches and pains that come along with just getting older and I won't try to mention the grey and the wrinkles that will soon be creeping into my life more as the years go forward.

So, I was putting the meatballs in the oven. I saw a recipe on the Rachel Ray show and well, got tired of eating the same old same old around here and was going to try some turkey meatballs for dinner along with pasta. So, I am standing there about to get the onion out of the fridge to grate it over the meat and I start grating it and then I starting the onion cry not long afterwards. Ok, that was bad enough and then I look out of the kitchen window and see a puppy. Just a little brown puppy with big black eyes. I don't know where he came from or who if anyone owns him. I didn't see his human with him at first so I started thinking about my first puppy, Feeshia, who was a German Shepard puppy with big black eyes and as sweet as she could be. Then I started crying harder. You would have thought that someone died or something. It was that bad. Good thing I was in the kitchen alone and my mom was asleep oblivious to all of this crying. My son was happily playing hide and seek tag outside with a group of neighborhood kids so he was not a witness to this crying fit either.  I put the onions away and when my son came in a few minutes later I blamed the onions for the tears I was wiping from my eyes. He shook his head got a cup of water and ran back outside.  If only I was able to run as fast as he can was my first thought. Then I stopped didn't want to start blubbering again all over the meatballs. 

It is just funny how things have changed for me. I can't remember crying this much or this often since I was pregnant. And even then it wasn't this much. I remember when I had my periods I would wish for this day when I would not have the cramps, the pain, the pads, the tampons, the mood swings and everything else that came along with it. My friends and I would talk about menopause and sometimes pray that ours would come early. I guess be careful what you ask for. Although it didn't come too early I now have new stuff that comes along with that wish. But, would I got back to the cycles? I think that I would go back long enough just to have another child and then I would not even think about going back. But, I guess also the divine plan for me was just one child. And I am ok with that.  So, I will just go with the non flow of menopause and take what it throws at me and throw it back and make lemonade out of oranges on the days when I feel like crying over the meatballs.