Another Peri-menopausal Moment

Another Peri-menopausal Moment

Well, another peri-menopausal moment. I still refuse to use the full-tilt  phrase menopause — because well, it’s a long story.

Earlier this evening, I was at a function at my in-laws.

See.

I should have known by the glazed look in my eye that my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

Right after this we sat down and had some delicious barbecue and great conversation — during which I took a blood vow to join a friend in a pilgrimage to Las Vegas to see Donny Osmond at the Flamingo. And no that’s not the peri-menopause faux pas.

Well, after that oath, I excused myself and headed back to my house because I had to make final preparations for my daughter’s departure to camp tomorrow morning.

Like I had told everyone for a week. My daughter was going to camp on Sunday.

I got home and pulled out the final list to double check.

Then I read it over again. And again.

Yes, That’s right.

The camp doesn’t start tomorrow. It starts on Tuesday.

I almost drove three hours to drop my daughter off to a place she didn’t need to be for 48 hours.

I am going cray, cray.

Full tilt cray, cray.