I wanted to do a lot of things today. I wanted to write a blog post, do laundry, start working on a new novel I have an idea for, take the dogs to the dog park, etc.
I’ve done laundry.
And I’ve laid in bed and watched a lot of Love Island.
Because my uterus (aka “Judy”) decided to rage out today.
It’s incredibly frustrating because on the one hand I don’t like when Judy renders me immobile. It’s not only physically a nightmare, but it also makes me feel like I’m a bad feminist. Which is ridiculous. I have a period and sometimes it means I’m in pain and that I just want to lay down.
But then I also feel like I should be like “I AM WOMAN AND I CAN DO ANYTHING. MY PERIOD IS NOT A PROBLEM” when in reality I’m feeling like shouting “I AM WOMAN AND SOMETIMES IT’S BLOODY TERRIBLE AND PLEASE BRING ME CHEESE AND CHOCOLATE AND DR PEPPER AND ALSO A BUCKET IN CASE I VOMIT.”
So right now The Mr has taken the dogs for a car ride while he acquires several snacks and I am at home watching attractive British people call each other muggy.
Here’s to us, ladies. At least we know my birth control is working.