Last weekend I was all set to get up, put some makeup on, attempt another outfit of the day and take loads of blog photos. Until I woke up and realised that my period had come in the night!! YAAY! Not.
When my period comes, my motivation seems to go completely, my confidence vanishes down the side of the sofa along with all the chocolate biscuit crumbs and my get up and go fucks off and leaves.
Don’t get me wrong, I still wanted to do all those but it just felt like life was completely on pause for a few days, ya know? Fuck those adverts telling women they can do what they want when they’re on their periods; swimming, zipwiring, going to a concert and staying out till 6am. Me? I want to be at home eating a family-sized bar of Dairy Milk while crying at romance novels or films that I know are going to make me cry like P.S, I Love You or Bridget Jones, again. I also want to sit and paint my nails but instead I end up taking off my nail varnish because I can’t bloody do it without getting nail varnish all over my hands and why would anyone want nice nails anyway?
And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m okay with the fact that I didn’t bother to shower on Saturday (dry shampoo is my best mate) I’m also mostly okay with the fact I took all of one whole useable photo, despite spending a freezing 20 minutes in the garden yelling at the products moving about because it was too windy! I’m equally okay with the fact I couldn’t be bothered to try and write a beauty product review or a wishlist post, because I simply couldn’t be arsed. So instead, I wrote this. And I’m okay with that. Sometimes it’s okay to feel a bit shitty and not feel guilty for not doing more. I did exactly what I needed to, to make myself feel better. The copious amounts of chocolate and chocolate biscuits helped enormously too.
Although, I’m not okay with the fact I yelled at J because he put far too much maple syrup on his pancakes and now he’s going to drop dead of a heart attack. Seriously, he used about half a bottle, but he gave me lots of cuddles and promised me we could watch a few episodes of The Blacklist that evening and I was suddenly feeling much better. (James Spader might be 56, but damn that voice! James Spader’s voice obviously. Not J’s. Although, J does have a nice voice too though, it’s just not a James Spader voice. I do not have a James Spader problem. Probably.)
How do you feel when you’re on? Are you a hormonal mess or are you one of these “live life to the full” ladies? Let me know in the comments below 🙂 x