October may be the death of me, but in a good way. I like my downtime. I love a good weekend spent knitting and listening to audiobooks or podcasts. Somehow, I have scheduled something for every weekend during the month of October. What was I thinking?
To be honest, I’m only two weekends in and I’m exhausted. All this fun, merriment and socializing is hard work. I realize this is totally a first-world problem. However, as a woman riddled with menopause fatigue, I’m suffering.
Last weekend was a comedy show. This weekend, I drove three hours to Nashville with my daughter to see Tyler Childers in concert. I have been looking forward to this for months, but as it approached, I just felt tired. For reals. I was yawning nonstop prior to getting on the road.
The one-hour time change is a bitch, too. Gaining that hour kicks my ass. Now, I must say, the concert was most excellent. While Tyler was on stage, I completely forgot my fatigue. I rallied, sang every song and thoroughly enjoyed doing it with Josie. However, as soon as that last song was over, I felt like I had been hit by a truck.
Side note: I hope my Uncle Stan isn’t reading this. He was actually hit by a truck several years ago. We all swore to him, as he lay in the hospital with the imprint of a Ford F150 grill on his thighs, that we would never say we felt we had been hit by a truck. He is the only one in the family with that right. Hey, it’s fair.
Anyhoo, we got up early and came home. I then took a three-hour nap.
Next weekend we have parents’ weekend at Josie’s school. The football game doesn’t start till 7 p.m. Ugh. Fuck me. Kentucky plays Texas. We are not a football school. We will more than likely get our asses handed to us. Alas…Go Cats!
The weekend after Parents’ weekend, we have another comedy show. This one, Josie is joining us, as it is her favorite comedian, Taylor Tomlinson. That should make it super fun. However, it is another three-hour drive. I will be tired and, of course, anxious. Anxiety is also very tiring. So, it’s a double whammy.
Being tired all the time is hard. Yes, I’ve been to the doctor—multiple. The verdict is menopause. It could last a few more years, the specialist says. WTF!? Being a woman is hard.
I have a very good life. I love my life most days. I’m surrounded by wonderful family and friends and I can afford to do fun things. I just wish I had a bit more energy for it all. I guess I could try cocaine. Alas, I fear I may like it too much. Best not give that a whirl and risk it.
So, here’s to being tired, but having as much fun as possible whist in the process. I’m making memories and I can’t ask for much more than that—except for some fucking energy.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
