hola, isabel

While I’ve never really been super comfortable with the fact that every month I get my period, I am a 33 year old woman and I do need to just get over it already!

When it’s that time of the month, I totally sneak off to the bathroom at work with a tampon hidden in my pocket. If we’re on vacation, my supplies are safely hidden at the bottom of my suitcase. It’s not that I’m ashamed about it. And, around just The King and I, I’m not embarrassed about it or anything. I guess I’m just not ready to publicly cry out; “I’m bleeding. So there!”

I guess it’s just not my style.

That being said I had to sneak away on Saturday, while Babboo was napping and The King was building our (awesome) new deck, to buy some tampons. I also needed to buy some diapers and use a coupon I had for free ice cream which, by the way, is the best kind of ice cream. This was perfect. I wouldn’t even need a basket. I could grab the diapers and the ice cream and then slide the tampon box underneath them so I wouldn’t have to walk around the store professing that, “yes, I’m on my period right now!”

Easy-breezy.

I walked in the store, which was exceptionally busy, and headed straight for the diaper section. I picked up the diapers and then my (free!) pint of yummy ice cream. I walked over to the “feminine hygiene” aisle and tried to decide what box I wanted to purchase. I have my brand, but dude, the other brand was on sale. Upon closer examination I realized they were really on sale.

They were marked 3/$1.00.

I looked at the sign twice. And then a third time. Was a box of tampons really 33 cents? Really?! I stood there for a second thinking about it. What if I walked through the store with my three boxes only to get to the check out and find out that it was a misprint and I would have to walk back through the store to put them away and get my regular brand?

Whatever, a deal is a deal.

I grabbed three boxes and tried to balance them between my huge box of diapers and my cold pint of (free!) ice cream.

I got to the check out and the cashiers got all giddy. She had also seen the sale and had planned on stocking up herself, once her shift was over. When the tampons really did ring up for 33 cents I decided to go back and get more. I left the purchase with the cashier and headed back to the “feminine hygiene” aisle, with a shopping basket. This time I grabbed as many boxes as I could get my arms around and loaded up my basket. Dude, so not classy. But with a sale like this, I couldn’t be thinking about class.

I cleaned out the shelf.

When I went to pay for my second pile of tampons I went to a different cashier. This one wasn’t as thrilled about my pile of goodies. She was a little skeptical.

I assured her that there were numerous signs professing the 33 cent tampons. I paid my $3.00 and headed out to load my car full of my supplies.

I guess this means that I can pretty much get over my monthly embarrassment with the help of a little huge bargain.

Now I just need to find a place to store all of this crap.

(The King ate the ice cream. I had a spoon full and it was good. Too good.)

(I’m only on page 300 of “Breaking Dawn“. So far, I love it. So much! I wish I could spend all day reading it out on my new deck and not bother with work. But I can’t.)