Unborn baybeeze or something like that.
I was out ALL YESTERDAY. First picking something up, then lunch with the parentals, then a meeting with friends I'm going cruising with, then a party in the evening.
Today, there's a party at lunchtime (right now) for one of the friends I saw yesterday.
And my period came with a VENGEANCE yesterday late afternoon and the bathroom looks like a murder scene yet again. I'm filling a mooncup every 2 hours, bleeding through panty liners, the whole deal.
It's only been like this in the last three years.
Anyway, I would have liked to have gone to the picnic party (dessert! Friends! Sociability!), but the inconvenience of my period and the physical discomfort and the desire to just curl up and sleep are having their way with me today and why is it that someone would throw something that I would otherwise love to attend on a day when all the signs and stars are against me?
It's not her fault; it's not even her twenty-something son's fault for organising it! He's throwing this party for her because his dad died less than two months ago and M used to do this for Y. It's thoughtful of J to be doing it, but I am just not in a space to leave the house right now today unless it involves getting to sit on someone's couch under a rug and have all the dessert brought to me.
Also, the house is a mess and it's grating on my nerves, and although B1 says she'll do the packing during the Christmas break, I will be absolutely astonished if she does anything at all.
I was out ALL YESTERDAY. First picking something up, then lunch with the parentals, then a meeting with friends I'm going cruising with, then a party in the evening.
Today, there's a party at lunchtime (right now) for one of the friends I saw yesterday.
And my period came with a VENGEANCE yesterday late afternoon and the bathroom looks like a murder scene yet again. I'm filling a mooncup every 2 hours, bleeding through panty liners, the whole deal.
It's only been like this in the last three years.
Anyway, I would have liked to have gone to the picnic party (dessert! Friends! Sociability!), but the inconvenience of my period and the physical discomfort and the desire to just curl up and sleep are having their way with me today and why is it that someone would throw something that I would otherwise love to attend on a day when all the signs and stars are against me?
It's not her fault; it's not even her twenty-something son's fault for organising it! He's throwing this party for her because his dad died less than two months ago and M used to do this for Y. It's thoughtful of J to be doing it, but I am just not in a space to leave the house right now today unless it involves getting to sit on someone's couch under a rug and have all the dessert brought to me.
Also, the house is a mess and it's grating on my nerves, and although B1 says she'll do the packing during the Christmas break, I will be absolutely astonished if she does anything at all.