QUICK! Who am I?

My loved one and his loved one.

Sitting on the stoop on

 a California afternoon.

My dearest son knows that 

a simple photo or a few words

can make my day better, both kids do, 

and they frequently treat me with a surprise.

"Cheer the old broad up."  

I have needed cheering lately.

Nothing horrible or awful just the

"I'm tired of being a grown-up and

having to do/decide everything alone blues."

A friend took me out for the day yesterday

after I had a meltdown after discovering 

a mouse in my garage, and he is no MICKEY.

 You guys know I am

the queen of neat and tidy and

 this dismayed me to no end. 

19 years here and I don't even 

have a spider in there!

I then had to decide which horrible way

 to dispose of said critter in 

the most humane way, 

IF

 I can find him again... This ensued major

moving of all tubs etc from floor and major cleaning etc. This added to some major life

decisions that have weighed on me for many months, and so I had one of those

sad, weepy, I feel so sorry for myself cry.

THEN of course I snapped up and thought of 

all my blessings and the true hardships

so many face and I then I felt silly and selfish.

Becoming a dual personality here folks.

Maybe it is merely the onslaught of 

my worst months coming soon.

I despise the heat...

Perhaps it is post-post-post menopause?

Maybe I'm just nuts?

Maybe I'm just sad for all my 

troubled pals and the world 

and fearing the path we are all on.

or again, maybe I'm just nuts?

I am waiting for a handy-man/yard guy 

to come rescue me from the dilemma today,

if we can find HIM!

I hate that I am resorting to male rescue,

but my choice is go crazy or get it done.

I am perfectly capable of dealing 

with all this on my own, I know that..

it's not are you a man or a mouse?...

It's I'm a woman with a mouse,

and I am freaked out!!!!