I admit - I love America. I love the country, the people, the diversity, the food, the craziness. I know it has its faults but in general I love it. Except for one major thing. Guns. The country is a mess over this. If it wasn't so tragic it would be laughable. The whole thing has become a farce and I want to add my bit of nonsense to the subject.
Schools and society only teach you so much about this perfectly natural monthly event. If you are born with a uterus(including a womb and vagina), unfortunately you will experience periods, not to mention all the interesting side effects. Below I have listed a bunch of them, and many we do not often get the chance to discuss.
I know the days spent entertaining the baby and toddler at home by myself are likely to increase now that winter is on it's way... As I can't be arsed to find the rain-cover and spend several hours working out how to re-attach the foot-muff to the buggy. So. Here's my guide to making the most of the rainy days stuck in the house with small people...
As a parent of one child I thought I had everything under control. Baby sleeps through the night? Check. Baby eats a variety of vegetables and interesting textures? Of course. Baby is surpassing all required milestones and showing up the other babies at playgroup? Oh, stop! No need to show off now. I was clearly a natural at this parenting gig. And then number two came along.
It's funny how a small stick with wee on can change your life so dramatically!... well that, and having sex without wearing 'waterproofs. Obviously I didn't wee on the stick, I was tempted though as I'd heard this myth that if you do, and it changes colour or something, it's to do with a faulty prostate.
As you can imagine, I've been keen to have a different experience this time... one that is less utterly disgusting, unrewarding and doesn't end with me sobbing into the Annabel Karmel recipe book with partly digested banana in my fringe whilst inhaling hobnobs in the downstairs toilet at 6pm every evening.