Hormones, hormones go away come again another day.

I could have called this post ‘Isn’t it Wonderful to be a Woman’ but I’d be lying. I’d be lying because my cheery self was replaced this weekend by a crazy person who bursts into tears, is befuddled and can’t remember how to end a sentence (and bursts into tears because she can’t remember the end of the sentence).  What is that all about?

OK I’ll be honest.  It was a busy weekend.  We had building work going on.  My husband was the Clerk of Works organising tonnes of soil to be dug out to make the site around our house ready for the next phase of work.  Scaffolding was up and a winchy thing was installed to transport the soil up to ground level (our house is built into a hill and this was the only alternative to having to block off the whole street to get heavy plant in to do the job).

So with my husband and the workers busy I made myself available to offer encouragement, hot cups of tea and food on a bitterly cold January day.  In addition to everything else I had to do on Saturday this was infinitely doable because, lets face it, there isn’t a more productive force in the world than a menopausal woman with zest.  Actually if the building team had thought about it they could have been in the house making the tea whilst I worked furiously outside singlehandedly moving the soil in half the time.  So yes on Saturday I wasn’t myself.  Although I’m beginning to suspect that I am probably morphing into what is likely to be the new me.  If the heyday of a woman’s life is the shady side of fifty then I officially no longer require sunscreen.

When I’m in this crazy state the energy isn’t a problem per se, hell I can use the energy – I need it for things like having to do two rounds of the car park (laden down with shopping) because I can’t remember where I parked my car.

"Go around again, I think I saw it back there"

What I can’t cope with are the tears.  Oh yes, I found myself in floods of tears this weekend, twice.

Now you should know as most of my interaction in the house is with my son and my husband I’ve learned that it’s best to do my crying in the rain, if you see what I mean.  ’It’ doesn’t really mean anything anyway, so I’m not in need of any real comfort.  Let me explain by giving you one of my tearful episodes this weekend……

I found myself crying after I’d watched Sherlock, ok it was the last episode but even at that - what the hell is that all about Dr Watson?  Of course I could tell you that I was touched by this contemporary update of Arthur Conan Doyles detective story, moved by the cleverness of the gripping ending and relieved that the writers have announced that there will be another series.  Alas however I think I could have been watching the test card last night and would have dissolved into floods of tears.

'OK come on Watson, you're the doctor, why on earth is she crying?"

Of course all of this happened without anyone else in the house realising that there was a crazy hormonal person in their midst – well at least that’s what I like to think.  The fact that at various points in the weekend I found myself in charge of the remote control (which usually never happens) in a room on my own, to do as I wish, is probably a sign that I’ve been sending subliminal messages to the men in my house to give me a wide berth.

So if you find yourself wandering around trying to remember where you parked your car, calling your kids by the wrong name and think it’s perfectly normal, when trying to find the iron, to be looking in the fridge then pull up a chair – welcome to my life.   So yes, I might be crazy, but in a good way – although I will confess that today at least I have no idea what I’m doing out of bed.  Let the games commence

What I will say is that after a whirlwind of a weekend full of emotion, thanks to hormones and Sherlock, there is a strange irony in life.  Here I am writing a blog about my amazing ability to burst into tears and I find I’ve been given The Candle Lighter Award by Jane Thorne.

Jane tells me that award is bestowed on a blog or post that is positive and brings light into the world!  Well a huge thank you to you Jane, I really appreciate you passing on this lovely award to me especially as I know you only very recently found my blog. Based on my current state of mind Jane I am so grateful that you didn’t read this post before you made up your mind to include me in your nominations.

Isn’t life funny – you just never know what’s around the corner.  So, whether you are juggling hormones like me, or are having a dreich (Scottish word for dreary) day then remember ‘the secret of life is to fall seven times and to get up eight times’. [1]  Do you fancy joining me?

So in search of lifting our spirits I give you this – I think I’ll dedicate it to my fellow blogger Jane for putting a smile on my face.

[1] Paulo Coelho, in The Alchemist