If you are a woman, you know exactly what I am talking about when I say the word “pad.” If you are a man, you are probably cringing at the word and thinking, “oh no.”
Have you ever just stopped and noticed all the choices us women have when it comes to our feminine hygiene. Thin. Overnight. Super absorbant. Ultra thin. Wings. No wings. Always. Kotex. Carefree.
If you are like me, you don’t stop and notice all the different packages. Instead you look for the package you recognize and throw it in your cart without giving any of the other options a chance.
Usually I have a nice stockpile stored under my bathroom sink. Come on, how many of us have been at a friend’s house to only realize we deseperately need a pad? We try to stay calm yet quickly and quietly open bathroom closets and doors in our host’s bathroom in hopes of finding that neatly wrapped little square we need. I know I’m not the only one. 😉
I had that same alarm awhile ago. Ironically, I wasn’t at a friend’s house. I was in my own bathroom. Instead of finding a package of squares looking back at me, I found only a couple. A couple?!? How did I only have a couple? How did I let this happen? I really didn’t want to run to the store with my two sons just to get pads. My husband would willingly stop for me, but I really didn’t want to put that burden on him.
It was then that I was instantly taken back to when I cleaned out my purse at a friend’s house. I remember joking with her that I must have been expecting to use a lot of pads that month. I felt like the magician who continually pulls out the different colored handkerchiefs that are tied together. You think his handkerchief trick will never end. That is how I felt cleaning out the pads from my purse that day.
I chuckled at that memory and instantly thought of checking some of the other places pads could be hiding, I mean stored, throughout my house. I started my search. Office desks drawer – check. The downstairs bathroom – check. The “random” drawer in the kitchen – check. The glove box in my van – check. The “random” bags sitting in my office – check. I was too excited to find the pads to question my thought process behind storing the pads in these funny places.
I had hit the goldmine of pads stored throughout my house!
Where is the goofiest place you have stored pads?