(Firstly, oops. This post was meant to be posted last week to meet my “weekly deadline” – but hey, I was never good at sticking those anyway. So enjoy.)
Last night I caved (FYI this was a week today.) I had caved in after 12 hours of sheer pain where I keeled over every time I moved a muscle. My period pains had just go too much. #LiveTweetYourPeriod and all that shit. I decided in a moments hurry that I needed a bath and an aspirin quick sharp (how adulty does that sound?) So, I ran this bath with all my radox goodies and sank in to a warm tub that didn’t scold me (I’d finally mastered the right bath water temperature. Adulting never looked so good, right?)
I’ve always been more of a shower fan, I enjoy the days where I’m happy and I’m singing in the shower head like I’m on the X Factor (FYI my stance on the X Factor is that I detest it. So that’s a terrible use of an analogy there.) And sadly, then there’s the days where I’m left standing in it for a good half hour, contemplating my life that my tears then start to mix with the shower flow. That’s adulting for ya’ kids. Life is tough that sobbing is banished to the bathroom.
With such a busy lifestyle I just love the fact you can be in and out and be done with it. (Now now children, no filth here thank you.)
So, this was a momentous occasion, my first bath in probably years (I realise how awful that sounds, just stick with me here.) I was in dire need of a hot soak to ease the pains of what can only be describe as what felt like a barbed wire stick being pulled through my vagina (FYI we are getting pretty gross in this post, look away if you’re squeamish.) I wanted to curl up in the corner of the bath and let the bubbles surround me in a tiny bubble fortress (Oh and maybe use them to make a bubble beard. Yes that’s a thing.) Clearly, you could say I had no idea how to act in a bath, it had been that long.
But, as I stepped in to the bath and my toes were gradually soaked by the warm water, I was in heaven. Once my whole body submerged itself in to the water I just laid there. Eyes closed, reeling it all in. Calm, relaxed, serene, peaceful. All of the adjectives that could remotely relate to a blissful bath, I was feeling each and every one of them. I had, at that moment, peaked at adulting. I was getting a bath to relieve “aches and pains” (okay, so not that great at adulting?) But seriously though, could it get any more adultier than that?
I always thought baths were exclusive to tired parents (ones who have peaked at adulting by creating spawn) who manage to have some downtime at midnight once all the kids are in bed and all the chores have been done or one of those terribly sophisticated adults who have a leisurely bath each night, complete with Jo Malone bubbles and a glass of champagne to boot too whilst admiring how amazing their lives are.
I fall in to neither of those categories.
The bath lasted for about fifteen minutes, not a long time, but jut enough to time to give my ovaries sufficient time to soothe themselves. And my goodness did I feel like a new woman when I eventually pulled myself up (in a not so graceful manner) to grab a towel and dry off.
At 27, I am still suffering with PMT. And, FYI I have been since I was 11 years old. Yes that’s right, ELEVEN YEARS OLD.) So if anyone out there has any good suggestions for alleviating the painful, menstrual tension I would love to hear from you!
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