I had been preparing for bed, and the final thing, anymore, I really do is walk around the thermostat and turn it on. I really don't turn the warmth as you would expect on a night in which you looked at the window, and it's as if everything seemed like glass. I turn the air conditioner , just like I do each. single. night.I flip it down to 60 degrees because... menopause.

But last night I decided to provide the reins to Old Man Winter and let him cool down my bedroom, so I opened up the window from the head of my bed. I didn't open it was 65 level, bright, spring afternoon, I opened it was 23 degrees and immediately hit in the face with the most magnificent cold atmosphere. As I crawled in bed that the wind was howling through the window, I'd only openedmy husband walked to the bedroom. He only looked at me before he got in bed, he put on some sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt and crawled to bed. As I rolled over to turn out the light and catch my earplugs, I was again struck in the face with this freezing atmosphere, and as I grabbed my earplugs, I discovered that they were somewhat suspended. I was worried that this was not likely to be a fantastic idea.

Fast forward to a couple hours after where I awakened from a dream. I had been excited in this fantasy, and as I wake up a bit more I recognize that not merely is it merely a fantasy, but I am placing along with the all of the blankets, wind howling out, icicles in my window INSIDE.

It was 2 am and I was broad awake, like create the java broad awake and I just laid in bed and thought for an instant. Up until appropriate that very minute, I was great with being a couple of days away from 51. I was great with having elevated two moderately well-adjusted kids. This was before that stupid dream, and that I was 30 again. I sat and thought about that fantasy and decided, there was no way that has been really 30-year-old, Gina. In this fantasy, this Gina had her entire life together when the actual life 30-year-old Gina was a small train wreck. 30-year-old Gina was a single mother with a 3-year-old along with also a 4-year-old, two occupations, hardly making ends meet and also a love life that has been suspicious at best.

Since the sexy flash handed, I walked into the living area and caught my husband, my husband if he possessed a hat and gloves I am convinced he'd be sporting them brought him back into bed. I laid on top of these blankets and listened to this combo of the wind howling along with my husband relapse and I wondered to myself if that was exactly what a mid-life disaster felt like. Recognizing that I was nearly 51 and never 30 was suddenly sad for me personally. The only idea I had was that I'd lived all my years and that I had been on the downhill slope of existence.