I made a new friend earlier this year, a lady with three awesome kids that my kids love and a husband that my husband likes to hang with, yielding a get-together nearly every weekend. Ladies, you know what happens when a new female enters our life and carves out a corner of our heart, right? Life gets better and Rah Rah Sisterhood cheers abound, but also? Period synching. That delightful period of time when your body shows you the importance of your new relationship by shortening or lengthening your cycle until you share the same four to seven days of uterine contraction and expulsion with your new compatriot.
I imagine that, evolutionarily speaking, our cycles did this so that the cavemen could all leave for their monthly hunting excursions together, far away from the hormones. They would remove themselves from the illogical emotional jumps their loves would make, not being present to hear that the fire not being stoked enough obviously means there is another, younger cavewoman stealing affections. But what about the bears, men, did you forget about animals being attracted to the smell of blood? Would cavemen really leave their clan of bleeding females together to chant to the moon while craving smoke-cured meats and vowing to find a cure for the ailments of their community while simultaneously increasing human kindness? I think the answer is yes, yes they would like to plan a four-day hunting trip to escape. They needed to protect the mystique of femininity, right?
Obviously I am a writer, not an anthropologist or biologist, but when I am in the midst of crying because the dishwasher was loaded wrong, which obviously means my kids will contract salmonella poisoning and die while looking pitifully at me and questioning my ability to mother effectively, It helps me to picture the brave cave women and their cowering men.
Sometimes, though, I think the universe is sending us a message on a greater scale through period synching. I was more than content just having a mom friend who lived less than 10 minutes away, had kids my kids age that engaged well together and had a husband my husband could bond with- that is the dream, isn’t it? But she and I, we actually really like each other and get along on a higher plane than just being tangential friends through our families. And then she gave me the best gift of all.
My parents picked up the kids last Friday afternoon, and my husband and I had an awesome night alone. We enjoyed being alone in the way only parents with young children who are not always reliable sleepers can enjoy it [insert comforting euphemism for wild night of fun here]. The next morning I started my period, a period that will end exactly one day before we embark on a 20 hour car ride to Disney world.
My new friend gave me the gift of the perfectly timed period. And that, my friends, is probably the universe’s way of telling me that we are on the way to becoming BFFLs. It was the greatest gift of all, one that I will think of fondly as I am not searching for a bathroom while waiting in line to meet the Mouse himself.
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