Yesterday, after Hayley got home from school and George was home from work, I had to head out to the drugstore. Of course, as soon as I announce I’m going to the store, I get hit with a virtual cacophony of requests. I walked there, wandered through various aisles, picking up what I was there for, and headed for the cash with my purchases as well as things that George and the girls wanted.

When I spread out my things on the counter at the cash register, I looked down and started to giggle. Giggles soon gave way to full-out laughing. The cashier looked at me curiously, clearly wanting to ask what was so funny. I pointed out why I was laughing and she started snickering too. It was funny because even though not everything was for me, I was still a walking stereotype at first glance.

Because there I stood at the cash, a woman with a bag of salty chips, three chocolate bars, a big bag of Skittles candy… and a pack of pads. Talk about your basic PMS survival kit, right? All I needed was a bottle of Midol (and yesterday I probably could have used it) and the stereotype would have been complete.

To be fair to myself, two of the chocolate bars were for the girls, and the Skittles were for George. As for the chips, I don’t need to wait for a specific time in my cycle to eat something salty. But still, it was a good laugh.