warning: girl talk

I've got the boys working on an art project in the craft room (which is really just them drawing--but whatevs, that totally counts). And they're seriously chill. Like, music in the background, sunlight-creeping-in-through-the-blinds-blanketing-the-room-in-warmth-all-is-well-and-calm chill. 

It's really nice.

I guess I've just been craving some ultra-calm moments lately. I mean, seriously, I am completely over this hormonal monthly thing already and am seriously considering getting the "shot" just to avoid this nightmare. I get beyond irritated, anxious, and sappy two weeks prior to the big event and it's just too much. I only have to read my previous post and it's like, okay girl--you may not have a big following of readers, but please. Spare them. Even Bobby was like, wait a minute here. You have to deal with this "stuff" for 2 weeks, then the moment finally arrives and stays for another week, so you only get to be YOU for one week? Oy vey. 

Oy vey is right.

But that's what happens when you're a girl. 

I didn't used to be the girl. I used to be the little girl that was forced to buy pads and tampons for her older sister. I was 10, and it was humiliating. My brother was the driver and would get so mad if I didn't comply right away with the request to purchase female paraphernalia, and looking back it was probably because he knew he would have to do it if I didn't. So of course I was stuck doing it; I had to. But I felt like such a boob -  especially when the bagger was a 16-year-old guy, which it always was. So what if I was 11 and he probably didn't care whether I was purchasing tampons or ham hocks? The thought of him thinking I had my period was emotional overload to the max.

Nevermind the fact that I did already have it.

But now I'm the girl and I buy my own "stuff."

And to give credit to my sis--I'm sure she does, too. 

For reals?