Our seems to be full of them these days.
Estrogen. Progesterone. Testosterone. More estrogen.
With a pubescent girl and a pre-pubescent boy and a toddler-turned-preschooler boy...and a cycling mom...
Ugh.
It's enough to send any sane
Sometimes I wish I had a tent like the women had in the days of Moses from the Bible. A tent to stay separate from everything and everyone who annoys me.............. But I digress.
Stuart recently came up with the best-est ever idea for me. (Did I mention how much I love this man?)
He said when we move one day, he's going to make sure that we have a "period" room for me.
A period room just for me! Like my very own indoor tent.
And are you ready to hear the design of said-room?
(Hold onto your hats, everyone. It's awesome!)
It will be an oversized room with a big claw-footed tub in one corner and a cupboard full of bath bubbles of all kinds nearby, as well as a cupboard filled with chocolate and a coffee maker and a television with a DVD player and Roku and a cupboard filled with Kiefer movies and chick-flicks.
No kidding. He said ALL of that.
(Did I mention how much I love this man?)
Of course, all that could really only happen after the kids leave home....in another 20+ years...and by then I'll be past "times-of-months."
Still, what's to stop me from taking a bubble bath whilst enjoying some chocolate and a Kiefer-y movie even with hormones?
I'll hold onto my dream, though. It's what makes these "special" times-of-month bearable....for me and him.
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