I have a guest.
Her name is Olivia.
She arrived unannounced, but somewhat expected, this morning.
To be honest, although I do my best to accomodate her and meet her every need, I don't particularly like having her around. Nor does my husband, actually. She pops in to visit every month and stays for about 5 days. When the time comes for her visit, I make a special trip to the grocery store and stock up on her essentials. Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Lots and Lots and Lots of chocolate.
Chocolate and sanitary supplies. Yes. You guessed it. My 'guest' Olivia is otherwise known as 'That Time Of the Month'. Do you have a special name for your 'Visitor'? Olivia is a codename my sister and I came up with when speaking about our 'cycle' (especially if my very squeamish husband is in the room). We named her after a supermarket brand of sanitary pads, not Olivia Newton John the singer (in case you were wondering).
My sister and I are close, so close that our cycles are in synch. So if Olivia is paying my sister a visit, I know I'm not far behind and that I must prepare for battle.
When Olivia (or Livvy for short) comes around,
this is how I feel (especially on Night 1):
Throw in a bit of this:
And a dash of this:
and you get the picture.
When Olivia comes to call, I need this by the bucketful:
and I could happily live on this:
And all I really feel like doing is this:
My Monthly Olivia Mantra is this:
Hubby knows it is his duty to Heed the Call.
After 5 days have passed, Olivia starts to pack her bags and leaves.
Joy enters our lives once more and I'm feeling the Pep in my Step, the Groove in My Move, the Shimmy in my Shake, I Got the Giggles, while I'm Wagging my Wiggle.
And Hubby feels the Joy too.
Because I go from this:
Back to this: