Mama Told Me There'd Be Days Like This

Emotionally dysfunctional: That’s the way I feel these days. And I thought menopause was a roller-coaster! I woke up yesterday feeling permanently silent and perpetually on the verge of tears. I shot off a ranting e-mail to one friend who was probably already at work. No one was talking to me – I mean NO ONE!

Then I found Velvet on-line and she stepped up to the plate to cheer me up as none other than Velvet could. We talked by e-mail all day long – Velvet telling me about her latest romantic involvement which sounds pretty good to me and me telling her stories about my long-ago love life that I haven’t even told my husband. She humored me, telling me that I was helping her sort things out, as though Velvet really needs any help doing that. At one point she told me she was laughing her ass off at something on TV, and by then I was at least smiling and I was certainly writing, if not talking. She even gave me credit for advice in her daily post, which I consider a supreme compliment, since my own daughter doesn’t credit me for knowing anything about dating in today’s world (I mean how different can it really be?)

So after several lengthy e-mails from Velvet, a visit from a neighbor who brought me a “care” basket and stood at a distance of 12 feet to talk to me for 15 minutes, my friend Linda’s thumbs up on the 4-page letter I drafted to WHC, the now-resident-chef (my husband)’s homemade pea soup, and last but not least a mention in DCBlogs (thanks to Reya), I am at least psychologically in much better shape.

Mama told me there’d be days like this, there’ll be days like this my mama said...

(And, yes Kate, it really is 1:45 AM. I woke up and just had to write this in the middle of the night!)