All this period talk. D: Cherry-time it is. xD

And the smell, I promise it's not you, it's the disposable crap they put in pads. When wearing these, I smell nothing and when rinsing it, there's a slight irony, typical blood smell. I was always insecure about the smell as well tbh. :>

Never used an app, I'm pretty on point, time-wise, but I'm always too lazy to write it on the calendar. I'm pretty sure next time will be just before or during our holiday.

Tampons are ok in the water, you won't leak really, I don't prefer it, but I won't make me being a woman, stop doing things I want to do for 25% of my life. >.>

I've always been super regular, 26 days and it's party time again. I did remember certain one's (the day we were going to a ball!) and I had to remember a few during pregnancies, so I do remember some and I used to mark in my teens.

Luckily I've never had cramps, I might be more cranky that usual, but you'd have to ask my housemates. Today I'm kinda fed up with the mess in the house, vacation equals mess here. D: I hate cleaning and putting stuff away, but I also dislike that everyone just leaves everything, EVERYWHERE. I'm not the best example, yes I also leave the magazin I'm reading on the table, but otherwise I'm not too bad. Like, maybe the shoes aren't on the rack, but before it, as in, the pair I'm wearing today, but everything else is in place. Feel like I'm not getting much help around here. D:

And I also think that the main problem is that the house is big. Nothing is really "in the way". Argh. Also feeling like this 'cause mom's coming over tomorrow evening and I already know she'll want to clean up everything. I don't want that either.

Yeah, our period talks never end
I had no idea it's the pads that smell! they had me fooled with all the nice "fresh scents" and all that crap I'm gonna have to try out some things from now on, 'cause that won't do anymore. I object to smelling badly during the most uncomfortable days of my month.

I track my periods with a red sharpie in my calendar. I put a red spot on the 28th day and I know that right around that day I might be getting the flow, then I circle the actual day it came. I do tend to forget what the doom date is right after I mark it but then my pms is a huge indicator. If I get too irritable I check the calendar and it's always like: "yep, in ten days time dear auntie will come to visit. Hopefully I won't murder Ash till then".
Luckily I'm not such a huge gremlin since I'm on the depression meds, that really calmed me down. So grateful for that.
Cramps are in my genes. My sister always had them, my mom did, her father's side women also did. My maternal grandma's side apparently didn't have that problem, but my grandma says my mom really had it bad. And whenever I talk to my dad and mention I'm having the pain from the days, he's like "aw, yeah, your mom suffered from that too".

I feel you on the mess. Sometimes I'm this close to killing Ash for leaving a trail of filth everywhere he goes Like, I know I'm messy, but not filthy kind of messy. I do leave some stuff where they don't belong or I might leave some dirty (or once worn and could use them again anytime) clothes on the chair, but I throw my trash to the bin (and the right bin, he almost outright refuses to sort for recycling), I take out my dirty dishes to the sink etc. Ash on the other hand, he leaves chaos in the kitchen. True, most is from the cooking because it's black magic to me. But making sandwiches leaves crumbs everywhere, foils after finished hams/cheeses left on the counter, cucumber peels left to dry out (or worse, put into the sink where I can't even see them until I do the dishes)... It's filth. Yesterday he squeezed some orange juice for himself. Great, but... the counter was covered in sticky juice and when I confronted him, he said he didn't clean it because he didn't even notice he made a mess
Don't make me start on the bathroom filth. I get that he's too tall to comfortably brush his teeth by the sink but damn it, if the tooth paste goes down your elbow and onto the side (and outside) of the sink and then to the floor, do you mind cleaning that? It leaves greyish marks all over. Disgusting.
And then my mom comes over and she tells me our bathroom is filthy (ha, don't mention her own messy apartment, lol) and I'm like "it's his effing mess, what do you want me to do?! "
Lol, sorry about that rant XD
Truth be told, I did talk to Ash about all this and he agreed to try a bit more. I guess he's still in the early stages of learning and making better habits

@Moi: What I'd do for three days periods

I hate the overflowing trash can. I'm always the only one to ever finally take the bag out of the can and decide it's time to finally take this stuff out. Ash never does it, Idk why, but it pisses me off.
And at times when I just stand over him to make him do it (like a child, lol), he not only has no idea how to tie the bag, but once he's finished tying it up he doesn't put a fresh trash bag in the can before he takes the trash out. Then when he comes back, he still doesn't do it. I do it once I have something to throw out and I have to put it at this point
I don't know if it's my OCD or me being a woman and him being a guy. Either he doesn't pay attention or he's lazy, Idk what's worse xD
I mean, we're all lazy, that'sa no brainer I think he just doesn't care about those things and doesn't see any problem.
As I'm typing it now, I realize I might be blowing the issue out of proportion. Maybe it's really not worth the annoyance

@jacob: Haha, perfect solution. Maybe some day I'll be able to throw Ash out to his own bathroom

They're right, it's a blessing and three days is still normal, so you're fine

Ah, well, that's not okay either

Mom's around, so the random stuff is randomly disappearing. They listen to her, like, she only has to ask, where does this belong and they put it away. D:

I want her every month. >.>

And extra bathroom sounds great, but well, we have a spare one for the guests and one for us, so I think that's already quite luxury. I love that "strangers" don't have to shower next to our bedroom anyroom, I think I can handle the boys. It's just tiring some days. They're all waiting for the magic fairy to just dump the HUMONGOUS pile of wet towels and random clothing pieces in the washing machine...

Anyway on the hottest day possible, my fridge broke. It's a combo thing, I luckily have a "spare" one, but especially the freezer are the most stuffed parts, I like having some extra's. Buy more, go grocery shopping less. Sooo, leftover day it is.

It did cost me my mozzarella. ;__; I'm sad. 5-10 working days before the new one will arrive and I want to make a cheese-cake like cake for my son's birthday, less fridge space does ask for some super creativity. Ah well, it'll work out. At least I know now I new one will come. Someday. >.> It just stinks, everything breaks down nowadays.