It’s Hard To Be A Woman #9
To make matters worse, in addition to all my reactions to the thyroid medication I took, I think I’m beginning to go through menopause.
The other day, Ken and I were discussing about whether or not to put a dishwasher in our new kitchen or not. I started out, “I don’t really want a dishwasher. I’ve been washing my own dishes for over 20 years so why start with a machine now? I spend a lot of money on our dishes and I don’t want them to get ruined.”
He replied, “I absolutely want a dishwasher in our new kitchen. Everyone has them and it’s great for resale.”
The next thing I knew, I was crying over the stupid subject. Not only was I crying, I began to sob and say the stupidest things: “My mom is always trying to get me to do things I don’t want to do… ‘cut your hair; you look way better in short hair’ and ‘you should eliminate all those flowerbeds in your yard because you have too much stuff on your plate’… Now, here you are making me get a dishwasher when I don’t want one waaaaaaahhhhhhhh.”
Holy crap. All this hullabaloo over a silly dishwasher. What’s going to happen when we actually start the work on our new kitchen? I hope my menopause is over and done with by then. I’m sure Ken is thinking the same thing.