The Return of Aunt Flo

"Aunt Flo" Ugh...I've always hated that stupid expression that signified the arrival of of one's period. Why can't women just say "I got my PERIOD"?

Today I got mine for the first time in 16 months. I knew it would return eventually but I was rather enjoying NOT having the bloating and the zits and the moodiness and everything else that comes with the arrival of MY PERIOD. I was blaming a lot of my irritability on being tired and dealing with The Prince's crabbishness due to the thing that I don't want to talk about anymore because I know it's tiresome. You know...the "T" word. In a way this is good. The arrival of MY PERIOD explains a lot.

For example...early the other morning, after being up and down all night with The Prince and dealing with his absolute inability to be content, I was just exhausted and I started sobbing to my husband and insisting that he clearly does not care at all about my mental health and emotional well-being, because if he did he would have somehow found a way for me to, just once, get eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. I swore that I was going to check into a hotel later that day and not come home until I'd captured the sleep that I've been chasing for 16 months.

Later, after I'd gotten a grip and calmed down, I realized I must have appeared really unhinged but alas...it was just MY PERIOD talking. What a relief to know that I will not have to jump through the clusterfuck of hoops known as "managed care" to secure mental health benefits. That might unhinge me for real.

More happy news... According to my toilet-time floor inspection, the bathroom tile seems to finally be losing it's post-pregnancy haircarpet. Soon I expect to be finding nothing but regular old pubic hair on the bathroom floor :-)