All Male Readers Will Want to Skip This One, Trust Me
April 7, 2006
For the first time since June of 2002, and the sixth time since early 1994, I got my period.
(Okay male readers, who thought they would stick around and read anyway. Don’t hurt yourselves clicking the red X up in the corner there. Single file, no pushing please.)
It’s been so long, in fact, that when first noticed my initial thought was, ‘Ohmygod I’m bleeding. I must have some sort of cancer. I must be dying.’ Then I realized with increasing clarity that I was going to have to deal with this every month. Every. single. month.
I had no supplies of any sort in the house and had to run out to the local convenience store, where you pay an exorbitant amount of money for the convenient factor, and my son wanted know what those wrapped up stick things were and why I needed a box of little pillows. And I answered, “Hey what is that over there? a whole aisle of candy?”
I had half hoped that I would just skip into an early menopause and never have to deal with this whole menstruating thing again. It’s is just so pointless now that I am done having babies.
Then when I came home I realized that all of our bathrooms have pedestal sinks with no real storage to speak of. Unless I want to find all the maxi pads stuck to the wall and the tampons floating in the sink, I will need to keep them out of the bathroom.
Thus concludes the TMI portion of this post.
For the past two nights my 15 month old has …. lept-say ru-thay the ight-nay*.
Did you get that? As in eight or nine hours straight. Yessssss!
*My kids asked me if pig latin was a real language and could fulfill their foreign language requirement.
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