Top 10 Reasons Midlife Trumps 20-something

As part of a special week organized by SITS.com, each participant is guest posting with another blogger. I introduce to you our guest blogger, Lisa Carpenter. I wrote the post today on Lisa’s blog, Grandma’s Briefs, and conversely, she wrote this delightful post. Lisa writes a successful, entertaining blog centering the wonderful life of a grandmother. Her grandson, Bubby, is a regular on her blog. You will fall in love with her immediately! You can find her at Grandmas Briefs.

Balloons, cheers and shots all around often highlight the reaching of that milestone 21st birthday. While a hefty hangover the next day may teach the birthday boy or girl the error of such festive ways, it’ll take decades for that youngster to learn what we on the far side of 40 have already figured out: Revelry and celebrations should be saved for the later years, as midlife trumps 20-something in more ways than one.

10.   You know what you want to be when you grow up.

9.    You can admit without fear of jeers and sneers that ladder climbing sucks … and isn’t for you.

8.    An empty nest echoes with the sounds of freedom. And possibility..

7.    You don’t care if anyone catches you in your jammies at 8 p.m. on a Friday night. Or sweatpants at the grocery store.

6.    You finally have the house, the car, the career. No more struggling to stay ahead of those pesky Joneses.

5.    You can drop the pretense that you know everything. The older – and wiser – admit their ignorance.

4.    BFFs no longer demand that you call, text or tweet every single day. Years can go by without communicating, yet you still know      your BFF will be there for you when needed.

3.    Being a grandma is so much easier – and so much more fun – than being a mom.

2.    You don’t really care, or no longer have to ask, “What are you thinking?” You either already know or don’t care.

drumroll … last but not least, the

No. 1 reason midlife trumps being 20-something:

Perimenopause and menopause: The end totally justifies the means!

Julie Andrews & her AARP version of ‘My Favorite Things’

These are a few of my favorite things...The words to the Sound of Music theme song are familiar to anyone my age as the film hit the theatres in 1965. I was eight years old and thought Julie Andrews was the prettiest girl in the world.

Flash forward 45 years.  Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Radio City Music Hall on her 69th birthday to share a version of the famous song but, rewritten so as to be more in tune with the AARP crowd. Julie Andrews fans were there for an AARP benefit. Yes, I would have written senior citizen across my forehead to get an opportunity to hear Ms. Andrews sing.

I agree with Karen from Red Hot Mammas. The song is even funnier if you sing it instead of just reading along. Go on. Double dog dare you.

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts ,and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin’,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin’,
And we won’t mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had,
And then I don’t feel so bad.

I found coverage of the event and the new lyrics in a article written by the President of Red Hot Mamas, Karen Giblin. I also subscribe to the RedHotMamas Newsletter. I highly recommend it. It is filled with information* important to us- red hot mamas. Can I be a hot pink mama? I love pink.
*Their newsletter is full of information we haven’t  already read in Publix check out line. I found out menopause affected eyes. I have been having a terrible time with my eyes.

LT tried to blame it on my addiction to Doodle Jump- which btw I have decked out in a space suit and we are whizzing up through the galaxies for our points.

I may have to add Doodle Jump to the list of MY favorite things.

photo courtesy of moviedataindex

Night sweats, Sopping sheets & Menopause

Night sweats, Nocturnal Hyperhydrosis, rank as the worst aspect of “the change.”  Studies show 75% of all women will experience night sweats during menopause or perimenopause. Some people refer to them as night hot flashes. All  I know is some mornings I wake up in sopping sheets.

A woman’s body has ~2.4 million sweat glands. Sweating enables the body to cool, keeping the body’s temperature within an  acceptable range.

During perimenopause or menopause, the level of estrogen in a woman’s body declines, When a rapid decrease or drop in estrogen occurs,  sweating increases. If the amount of sweat produced exceeds 100 mg in less than five minutes, the body is in a state of hyperhydrosis: e.g. night sweats. This, my dear, is the precursor to sopping sheet syndrome.

Over my perimenopausal stage in life, I have heard a myriad of suggestions to thwart, reduce and eliminate night sweats. Although difficult, I narrowed the list to the postulates I believe most insulting to my intelligence.

  • Do not sleep under too many blankets:  blankets? What are they nuts- I don’t even  put a sheet near me
  • Do not wear heavy sleepwear- honey, I gave up pajamas a long time ago- just added to the sopping sheet syndrome
  • Fix a poorly ventilated bedroom: I keep an industrial size box fan  blowing directly at my face all night. I don’t know where the air it goes after it moves over my head-

When I experienced (e.g. woke up sopping wet) five episodes in one night, I declared war on night sweats. I vaguely remembered a dear friend D mentioning her relief using a naturally formulated hormone cream. I called her to get the exact name (with my luck so far I would pick  up testosterone cream and grow a beard!)

With coveted information in hand, I zoomed to Vitamin World. I grabbed the progestin cream and marched to the counter. I looked the sales clerk in the eye pleadingly and said, “tell me this works.” She gave me the sales clerk blank stare look.

The instructions say to apply a 1/8 tsp to skin and rub in thoroughly. Do you know how much 1/8 tsp is? I don’t. So I guessed. I did not think LT would appreciate it if I used his measuring spoons to measure my hormone cream. As the time grew near for me to go to bed that night, I got anxious. If this did not work, I was going to have to bring in a walk in freezer to our bedroom.

Next thing I knew LT’s pager is blasting, followed by his alarm-

I made it through the night.

I was dry.

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