Day One is always a terrible, horrible bitch.
If you’re a woman, you probably know what I’m talking about. Day one of the visitor. The monthly unwelcomed guest that you’re glad to see but also not glad to see because it’s a horrible bitch of a visitor and overstays it’s welcome by 7 days.
Why can’t they just visit for half an hour? Or maybe, just knock on the door to say “you’re not pregnant this month so…see ya later”?
Tampon and pad companies like to wrap it up nicely and call it a monthly gift. Pfft. Gifts are supposed to be awesome, there is nothing “gift like” like the sensation that your vagina is going to fall off.
My monthly gift turns me into a rabid bitch that wants to do nothing and snaps at everything and everyone.
We were supposed to go camping at the end of this week, but that probably won’t happen because bears.
Also, if I’m being honest…I barely have patience on a good day. This week? Not so much.
I was so excited to go camping too, I talked about it nonstop and then this morning happened and I told Matt nope, not happening this week. He knows me well enough not to argue. He’s probably also worried about bears.
There is really no point to this post other than to gross out the majority of my readers and say that I’m bitchy and miserable and want chocolate and a nap.