I had this post all written up in my head. It was something you men might not want to read about. It was about tampons. It was a tale about the type of tampons I’ve been using since I was a teen and about how they really creep some women out because they don’t have an applicator.
I had it all written out in my mind this morning, but then I had to get up and get showered and dressed so I could see my daughter off to school and do my shift as classroom helper for the morning… It’s a duty I love so I was in a jolly mood as I skipped around mentally writing my tampon post.
There was a point to it. A meaning. Some greater importance and now, I have NO idea what it was. What I would have been writing about. What I could have been thinking. And now that I’m home? I’m too busy being hungry and trying to figure out what to do with myself between now and 11:45 when I need to leave the house again to help out at the school even more (because I don’t spend enough time there).
The plan was to write the tampon post but the new plan seems to be eating a nice bowl of cottage cheese and avocado while blathering about the unfortunate fact that I can’t recall the point of that post.
Oh… and I’m sure I’ll have a nice glass of ice tea as well.