I can usually handle a lot. Okay, maybe not. But play along.
At the moment, by the grace of God, I'm calm. I haven't thrown anything or yelled at anybody. All day. Well, I slept until noon, but it's all been good since then. And the kids are home.
What, pray tell, happens to the female body at menopause??? Or more precisely, the brain? There are moments when dropping a potato chip on the floor can cause me to fly into an uncontrollable rage (and I don't just mean when it's the last chip in the house). Other times, someone can knock an entire cheesecake to the floor through sheer carelessness, and my attitude is "Whatever, I didn't need the calories anyway." (Yeah, that one's still hypothetical. But you get the idea.)
Please, dear God, stop the hormonal fluctuations. I promise I'll do good things.