I hate being on "that time of the month" but the first day is the worst. Why couldn't mother nature have waited one more day to let me know?
It was a miserable morning, the girls got up so early they were ready for naps by 8 am. Whining, crying, bored...you know. That kind of morning. When Marc left for school he tried to be extra nice but he could tell I was headed for a crash. He took the girls into Ocean's room and asked them to play quietly. He then brought some boxes from the recycling and got a game out. He instructed me to not move from the couch unless they started crying, he said if they did to take them the boxes and show them how to pretend that they were presents. He told me that once that had lost its charm I should suggest the other game.
He left for school and I tried to nap but it was impossible. Fast forward two hours later I am struggling to get Luna down and Ocean is walking around whining. I realize I haven't heard from Marc, I check my texts and find one that says "Don't be surprised if there is a period survival kit on our front door." Confused, I just stand there rocking Luna trying to figure out what that means, I immediately get another that says "A melting period survival kit..." I just stand there dumbfounded. At that point Luna and Ocean are both crying and I am on the edge so I turn around and start to take them into our room when Marc bursts through the door with a bag full of goodies. This man. He knows what I crave more than anything in the world around this time. Chocolate. After a long kiss he rushed back to school.
Needless to say, the girls went down for nap and Mama had ice cream and chocolate milk.
Nothing could have communicated more love to me right then. That was the love language I needed.
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have Marc, I want to continue to write about the things he does because I don't want to forget. xo