So, I’ve been having a *few* problems with my hormones lately.
In the interest of not horrifying my male reader I won’t go into the unpleasant details.
But here’s a clue about one of my symptoms: This morning, as I was enjoying my morning cup of coffee, and the sun streaming through the blinds, and Jonah’s cute singing in his high chair, my sweet, darling, observant eldest son says to me:
Mom, why do you have red spots all over your face?
I wish it were because of some terrible infectious disease.