This warning is for the one man I know reads my blog from time to time (other than DH, of course, who devours each and every post with wild abandon begrudgingly approves my blogs before they're posted).
Anyway, to KK: DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. Seriously. It's for your own good this time. Just move on and come back tomorrow.
Still here? Don't say I didn't warn you!
Today I wore this outfit to work:
Then, at 10am, in the midst of our morning meeting, I felt my monthly visitor arrive (at this point, five days late, thank you very much). And, being in said morning meeting, I was helpless to leave. By the time I got to the bathroom... it was too late... you can fill in the blanks and imagine for yourselves what had happened.
But suffice it to say, I was going commando... during my cycle... wearing a white skirt. Yeah. Awesomeness.
I know this is TMI, but that's not even the worst part of this story. The most low-down, degrading, embarassing, self-effacing part? Without any of my female coworkers in the newsroom for the better part of the afternoon, I had to alert one of my male coworkers of the problem (don't gasp, he's cool with that... you know what I mean)... just in case I started walking around wearing a white polka dot skirt.
So, for seven brutal hours (I know I said this blog would be brutally honest, but this is not what I had in mind), I went commando. I feel dirty. Disgusting. Demoralized.
Help me out here-- what's the most mortifying moment you've had recently?
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You are brave to wear white, period. (No pun intended.) Certainly around this time of the month! This exact scenario petrifies me to the point that I nearly always just wear black. Just in case.
Oh my! Poor thing! I'm glad nothing got on the skirt though! That would have sucked twice as bad.
aww poor thing! it happens to everyone!
Oh how awful! I remember in High School that this happened to one of our classmates. Only she was wearing white overalls. Mortifying! I don't know how you got through that day... you're a brave woman! Cute outfit though!
P.S. I LOVE your blog. Fantastically truthful! :)
A few years ago (before meeting DH) I had to attend a conference for work related stuff (ironically, it was at this conference I met DH). I was looking oh so very cute (i'd worked so hard on my hair that morning, and finally was thin enough to wear these adorable capris and totally awesome shoes). Anyway, I was running very late, and I had a presentation poster with me (a big cumbersome thing). B/c I work on a campus that doesn't believe in having actual parking lots, I had to park afar and bus in. I could see the bus that I was going to miss if I didn't hurry. So I ran as fast as I could in my cute little shoes & was so happy I made it in time, that I made a little leap onto the bus.
That is when the cute little shoe hit the step on the bus and I went flying... FACE FIRST into the aisle floor of the bus.
You know it isn't good when the whole CROWDED bus collectively goes "OOOOOOHHHH".
Yeah, so I picked my proud cute self up, put my shoe back on, dusted off and said, "Whups, I'm fine." Then I sat my little embarrassed butt down on the seat and thanked GOD I didn't know anyone on that bus. I couldn't wait to get off the bus a few minutes later. Needless to say, I walked off the bus much more carefully.
Ironically enough, I am sure if I was on the bus and watched myself fall, I am sure I would have laughed hysterically!
At least you were not like my boss interviewing post-docs with a booger hanging out of his nose. Euw. He he.
I found your blog by accident and find it entertaining. When I read this post it reminded me of day when I went to New Orleans with DH, my son, and the in-laws. I was on my period and made sure to go to the bathroom before leaving and driving the hour to get there, however when I got there I was like shoot I need to find a restroom. I thought for some odd reason I needed a change. However, apparently I forgot to use a tampon and I as well had to go commando with shorts on through the french quarter with my inlaws while my DH would check every once in a while for something poking out of the shorts. AGHH! I feel your pain.
just found you through this blog theme. ANd just to make you feel better...ok maybe not, but just to share. My most embarassing aunt flo story goes all the way back to middle school. back before I could imagine using a tampon (sheesh hope your male reader took heed!) I was at school at what I thought was the very end of my cycle. having stayed after school for a meeting I hadn't really thought about it as it'd been very light the last I'd checked. when i noticed some kids, staring at my backside and snickering. eventually feeling very self conscious I went to the wash room and discovered that I now had a a dark stain on the back of my jeans. and no way to get home immediately. so i had to tie my coat around my waist and wait for my ride!