No, Really. Someone Should Have Told Me What to Expect From Menopause.
I swear, I feel like Carrie White at 47. Beware the terrifying power of my hormone-soaked mind.
When I was in the sixth grade, in 1982, everything at Kettering Elementary School came to a grinding halt for a few days so that the boys and girls could be separated from each other for a few hours and get a couple of hours of education about the big P. Puberty.
It was sex ed day.
By the time my youngest daughter was in elementary school, just a few years ago, she had to spend some time every year from the third grade on getting more and more advanced education about puberty and all that comes along with it.
I never knew what the boys were taught in 1982.
Ruby came home in the fifth grade scandalized by what she’d learned from the guys in her class after they’d had their turn through the puberty class that year.
I bring all this up to say — we do a pretty good job of at least trying to educate kids on puberty and the changes that they can expect their bodies to go through as they grow up.
Which is why I’m more than a little scandalized to find myself, on the eve of my 48th birthday…
