This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
So last night I discovered that my monthly — no, irregularly — bodily obligation started on me. Thinking nothing of it, I went to my pads stash, only to be left in a panic. I ran out of the overnight-sized ones. I mean, I had three left, but after that, there will be none! Normally I am good about keeping my stash well-stocked, but since I’ve been so irregular, I haven’t really accounted for them as well as I should. Anyway, bottom line, I needed these pads. What did I end up doing? I ended up doing the following at 1:30 in the morning:
1. I grabbed the empty package and dashed to the computer room.
2. I grabbed a sheet of paper and started writing a message to Daddy about buying two of these and mentioned that Grumpy’s (my rabbit) food is running out.
3. I taped the empty package to the message. This needs to be done because I learned early on that men like my daddy needs a visual example on what you request to buy. Then again I shop with a male mentality, too, so I do it to make it easier on him and to ensure I get the right thing!
4. I taped the message to the front door so Daddy would not miss it.
Okay, okay. I know I can easily go out and buy those evil necessity. However, it’s easier to ask Daddy to do it. Why? He has a car, so if one store doesn’t have that exact product, he can check the other store. Plus, since he has a car, he can stash it in the car and hide it there. Me? I have to carry that damn thing around in a white, transparent plastic bag, and I have to go to work where I will be around teenage boys, with no locker to hide those things. Uh, no. I think not. I am not going to suffer from that kind of embarrassment.
I’m just glad I have a Daddy who’s willing to put up with so much from me and Mum. I’ll never forget his comment he made when I started requesting him to buy these evil necessity.
For years I had to go buy pads for your mother! Now that she’s on menopause, you have to start! What an endless cycle.
I’m grateful for all that he does for us, though. Even if they are errands he’d rather not do. I’ll just have to keep a better eye on my stash from now on.