A question for married ladies

Married ladies, do you ever wake up in the morning before your husband and see him lying there sleeping peacefully and think to yourself: I could crack his skull right now and he wouldn't even get a chance to fight back? I have a heavy crystal candle stick holder that my mother in law gave me as an anniversary gift. It has four sharp sides and it would only take one good whack. That would be so ironic wouldn't it? I wouldn't do that though cause I need somebody to help me with these kids.

Lupron

In 2000, I had a Myomectomy... it wasn't so bad. However what was bad, were the 6 months proceeding the surgery. The doctor put me on Lupron to help shrink the tumors growing inside my uterus. Lupron caused my body to go into menopause. When the doctor told me what was gonna happen, I didn't know what exactly, to expect. Of course I'd heard all kinds of stories about menopause and I was a little afraid for Brian because my temper ran hotter then, than it does now. I didn't get meaner, I got soft. One of my most vivid memories of that time was this one. I had signed up to make a German Chocolate cake for a church function. German Chocolate cake is one of my specialties. I took the cakes out of the oven and waited for them to cool so I could remove them from the pans. When I removed them from the pan, I saw that they were lopsided. Giant teardrops started to fall from my eyes as I looked at my imperfect cake layers. When Brian came into the kitchen, I as on the verge of a crying jag. Brian asked, "What's wrong." "Th-th the c-c-cakes are lop-si-sided", I managed to get out. I stood there staring at the cakes and crying like a new born baby. I was completely irrational. "They'll be okay when you get the icing on them", Brian said. "No they won't, they're lopsided"!! "Why!" "Why!" "Why, I cried"! Brian helped me ice the cakes and after we were done the cakes looked perfect. The tears stopped just as suddenly as they had started.

Another story I have about my Lupron induced menopause is this one. Everyday Brian and I got up to go to work. My work was from my house. We'd get up and go about our day, him getting ready and me already ready. This particular morning didn't feel any different than any other. Brian said he was leaving and I burst into uncontrollable tears. Another crying jag. "What's wrong, Brian asked?" "I don't want you to go, I said sobbing." He started to laugh. "I have to go to work." "I go to work everyday, he said." He walked me over to the child sized couch I had for the children I kept, and I sat down. "I have to go, he said." "I know, I said still sobbing." Janelle, my little niece, who was about 2 years old at the time said, "It's okay Aunt Jaime, I'll take care of you." She hugged me and patted me on the back. Brian said: "Okay Janelle, you take care of Aunt Jaime." Brian patted me on the back and left. Janelle did take care of me too. I had hot flashes (which was truly a treat) and my body poured sweat from head to toe. I'd get up and turn on the oscillating fan and point it in my direction. I would also get a cold wash rag and wipe my body with it. After a week or so of that, Janelle picked up on it. She would see me start to sweat and say: "Aunt Jaime you need a wash rag?" "Yeah, I'd say." She'd get a rag and I'd turn on the fan. Janelle was very helpful.