The monthly evil!

I don’t mind being a girl. But for about a week each month I hate it. I want nothing more than reaching age 50 when after a few years of hot flashes I won’t have 12 or 13 foggy weeks where I feel like I can’t seem to do the simplest of tasks. This week I almost lost a favorite ring and my wallet. Both I was convinced of one thing, that I had them at a certain place when if fact I didn’t. This time I was lucky, Rick found the ring and after he suggested I go through the couch cushions and then I found the wallet. I don’t think it’s fair that us girls have to be foggy and overly emotional so often. I’m not like this. I hate the loss of control!