a rough-dale morning: a feminine saga

a saga of feminine proportions

there is a splash pad in nearby bluffdale.
it is legendary for many reasons, some good, some bad.
let's dive in.

Pros:
HUGE.
variety. there are a lot of different spout type thingies.
visibility. if you sit in the right spot, you can virtually see the whole place.

Cons:
-HUGE. not allllways easy to spot your kids. (dress them in neon. it helps.)
-rocks. lots of big old rocks. not sure why every slippery surface with running kids and no lifeguards needs giant ragged rocks. like who thinks this up?
-big slide, which your kids will see and are too little to use.

and now to the BIG con:

THE BATHROOMS ARE  (and i am not exaggerating) ARE A QUARTER MILE WALK AWAY! IT IS LITERALLY FASTER TO DRIVE TO THE BATHROOMS THAN WALK TO THEM! I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I HAVE DONE BOTH!

but today, you see, today I was the one who needed the bathroom. immediately. immediately after we set up shop.

you see, today, my friends. today, i, for lack of many other terms, am riding the crimson wave. and it is a big wave.

i have a pride issue. i have never once bought super plus tampons. it was hard enough to finally buy supers. (i never had periods really before my kids were born, and back when i did, they were, in a word, dainty.)

but today.  i dug into my supers before we left, and before we walked out the door, suited up.

i digress though. we get there, set up shop, and then i feel it. you know the feeling. the feeling of a *leak*. the trickle that says "get to a bathroom. NOW."

we had to GET IN THE CAR to get to the bathroom. and the kids. oh my gosh the kids. does any creature move more slowly than an ADHD 5 year old accompanied by a 3 year old boy? like do they actually exist? they don't i tell you. they do not.

all the while. the leak. i feel it get heavier. GET TO THE CAR CHILDREN GET TO THE CAR!
all the while realizing the irony. I am the one with the urgent need to get to the dang potty.

we drive to the bathroom. my whole situation is, unsurprisingly, a mess. i dig through my bag, checking each tampon label? light?! ugh no. WHY IS THAT EVEN IN THERE?! regular. regular. regular. dang i have a lot of tampons, good for me. BUT WHERE ARE THE SUPERS?! finally. my one last super. my lifeline.

thank the lord i wore underwear under my swimsuit and that my swimsuit is dark-almost-black-navy and heavily lined.

all back into the car now, back to the splashy side of the park.

all of this, JUST AN HOUR after suiting up with a super.

anyway i'm not entirely sure of the point of this story except to vent about a really poorly laid out park.

and a call for me to swallow my pride and buy super pluses like that girl in mean girls in the confession session with the heavy flow and wide-set vagina. because i guess that's just who i am now.

and, so that image doesn't show up as the default,



but it hasn't though right? because we are all sisters right? women support women right?
this only applies if you are, in fact, a dude. in which case, you're welcome.