The buzz behind the voices on the news channel stream out of the cheap black plastic alarm clock, strategically placed at the far corner of my bedroom.  As soon as I lift the covers to turn the god forsaken thing off, it hits me, the freezing cold chill.  Once again my pajamas and sheets are soaking wet. How is this possible?  How can you call this a hot flash?  I feel like I just stepped out of the swimming pool in my clothes. I grumble this to my husband and he mentions I need to sleep with less blankets. I don't even bother to respond.  This is not from too many covers. This is two pounds of water. I'm not kidding, I weigh myself before and after just to see.. I can't sweat this much in two hour work out. 

 Oh I saw the musical "Menopause" in my thirties and I laughed and enjoyed.  But really nobody told me this would happen at 45.  I'm just saying ladies shouldn't somebody fix this!!   Shouldn't we warn the young, that their peaceful sleep will soon be over.

I just don't want to not have to change my sheets every day.  I don't want my eight year old to make comments about how much I sweat when he jumps in my bed for a morning hug... I don't want to have to wear extra deodorant to bed....

Oh and  somebody should tells the girls out there...you' re going to need a mattress cover