(First of all, do want to make a disclaimer..this post does mention the words, tampon and period (not talking about punctuation). If that squicks you out..perhaps you may want to skip this one. But stop by tomorrow..there will be another new, fresh, juicy topic.)
Recently Laurel saw my tampons in the bathroom. Because I have a limited filter, as soon as she asked about them, I told her they were party favors. Not smart JCW because that intrigued her even more. She is very curious and she wanted to know what they were. I don't want to tell her..yet. She is not even six. I don't want to let her in on the crap emotions associated with getting your period let alone the crap emotions caused by getting your period.
Then I started thinking back to my experiences: Being a young teen, freaking out because this not what I thought Judy Blume was explaining. Then during the Slutty Jude Era of 94-97, just giving thanks when I got my period. Both times trying to conceive..hundreds of dollars spent on ovulation sticks and pregnancy tests just to not get my period. And while being pregnant and nursing, never even noticing that I wasn't getting it. And now, close to 40, two (kids) and done, it's just me, waiting for menopause, bitching and moaning about how expensive tampons are..
But Laurel is still looking up at me.."please, tell me."
"Hey Laurel," I say, "How about some fruit snacks?"
"Okay..but tell me later."
God love fruit snacks..procrastination in a little fun sized packet.
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