I do appreciate all the help he gives….and considering the vast number of domestic chores and emergencies which the BF has helped with around my house…it only seemed fair that I should be equally helpful in his home. He was under time pressure, and had 2 rooms left that needed painted before his visitors arrived. In retrospect he did seem a little hesitant, but then accepted my offer, so off I went, paintbrush at the ready, eager to give it my best shot. I had really only started when he appeared in the doorway looking quite shocked and unusually quiet, “what’s up” I asked, he then burst out ” you have only been here 5 minutes and there is more paint on youthan on the wall”, he pointed to his work trousers and said ” I’ve painted 4 rooms, and look”, no evidence of paint. He just about fell over laughing.
I just can’t help it. It was the same yesterday, the smallest ever bathroom , literally took less than an hour to repaint the ceiling, and again I quickly looked as if I had been dipped head first into the can.
What a mess, I wonder no more to the other meaning of ” the painters are in..”.the common factor being mess. It’s a topic which, despite the more blatant modern day advertising, is still a bit taboo. What woman if asked by a male colleague what was wrong would reply “Ive got my period”. For many young girls the entry into womanhood is heralded not with awe, but with a suggestion of doom. Referred to by a mixture of terms such as, “she’s on”, “she’s got the curse, her monthlies, her thingymagiggs, on the rag, riding the red pony, aunt flow is visiting (I actually have an aunt Flo), cousin red is here, and its that time of the month. There being a distinct negativity associated with this very important part of the menstrual, and indeed fertility cycle. Menstruation highlights the fact that women bear children, something men can’t do, although obviously their contribution is needed !!
As a mum of 4 little girls, and one who likes to celebrate…it was decided that we would take a positive view of these events, and therefore as each one, a little fearful, yet excited, brought the news of menstrual commencement, we marked the event and called it “ladies day”. Entry into Womanhood was celebrated by lunch with mum, a frank discussion regarding the implications of fertility, personal responsibility for her precious eggs, sexual health and morals, also the great need to know, record, and understand your own cycle was emphasised. From sisters and friends little cards and gifts of acknowledgement were given and each reminisced about their own experience, thoughts fears and reality of periods. It is a rite of passage, and should be respected as such, and not labelled as a curse…as it is anything but. As for the painters being in…actually its much less mess than me with a paintbrush…and far more easily dealt with !!
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