“Aunt Flo” Ugh…I’ve always hated that expression that signified the arrival of of one’s period. Why can’t women just say “I got my PERIOD”?
Today I got mine for the first time in 16 months. I knew it would return eventually but I was rather enjoying NOT having the bloating and the zits and the moodiness and everything else that comes with the arrival of my PERIOD. I was blaming a lot of my irritability on being tired and dealing with P’s crabbiness due to the thing that I don’t want to talk about anymore because I know it’s tiresome. You know…the “T” word (*whispers “teething”*). In a way this is good. The arrival of my PERIOD explains a lot.
For example…early the other morning, after being up and down all night with P and dealing with his absolute inability to be content, I was just exhausted and I started sobbing to my husband and insisting that he clearly does not care at all about my mental health and emotional well-being, because if he did he would have somehow found a way for me to, just once, get eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. I swore that I was going to check into a hotel later that day and not come home until I’d captured the sleep that I’ve been chasing for 16 months.
Later, after I’d gotten a grip and calmed down, I realized I must have appeared really unhinged but alas…it was just my PERIOD talking. What a relief to know that I will not have to jump through the clusterf*ck of hoops known as “managed care” to secure mental health benefits. That might unhinge me for real.
More happy news… According to my toilet-time floor inspection, the bathroom tile seems to finally be losing it’s post-pregnancy haircarpet. Soon I expect to be finding nothing but regular old pubic hair on the bathroom floor.