You won this battle, Hormones...

I had my first uncontrollable weep session the other day. It was pathetic; I was helpless to the tears. I had to leave the room downstairs and just go lie on my bed, alone, feeling like a jerk, waiting for the nonsense to disappear. It was about the stupidest thing too; I can’t even remember what.

I won’t pretend I don’t cry once in awhile, I'd say once a year, maybe, I really lose it, but I really have been lucky in that I’m not affected by the hormones that are supposed to bring on wild PMS and rages that give women a bad name. Sure, I get the occasional menstrual cramp and once in a while just have to chow down chocolate chips and orange juice for no reason…but really, hormones have—up until now—been a non-issue in my life. Well folks, times they are-a-changin’. We’ll see how long I can make it before the onslaught crashes over me again. Just don't mind if I'm talking to you and I suddenly get weepy and then leave and don't come back for awhile...