I used to be one sharp witted cookie. Honestly, I could keep the kids’ schedules and what I needed to get at the grocery store for a week’s worth of eating in my head. Didn’t need to write anything down, didn’t need to make lists.
Menopause hit and I became a space cadet. Can’t remember anything. I forget people’s names. Forget what word I’m going to say in the middle of a sentence.
Now when I go to the grocery store, I can’t remember what I have in spice cupboard. I become convinced that I am out of Thyme, so I buy some. The other day I was looking through my spices. I have like three dry mustards and three chili powders all purchased in the last six months. Nobody needs that much dry mustard. There is just not that many recipes in the world that require dry mustard.
Getting older is so much fun. Maybe it should be called Mental Pause instead of Menopause.