Oh lor, last week's issue was armpit shaving - this week she's got her second period ever, just in time for the first swimming lesson. If I mention tampons she visibly tenses and gets really anxious - not helped by the fact that on holiday she started for the first time and we had a horrendous time when she was desperate to run down to the pool with dad and sister but couldn't get the hang of tampax, so she was sweating and crying in roasting hot bathroom totally unable to work it out (or in, indeed) and now unfortunately has tense and negative associations with trying tampax. However, I doubt she's going to want to be the one who takes in The Note either....
Am going to encourage a long long relaxing bath this evening and hope for the best before the lesson tomorrow.
As an aside, she's also been a mardy git about homework. She had to give examples of human, phsyical and environmental geography; the relating conversation about which went like this:
dd: I don't get what I'm supposed to do here.
me: ok, so you've got the definitions there, so human geography would be about people living where they do -
dd: [interrupts] i KNOW that, I just don't GET IT
me: well, like why people live in cities, or valleys, or near big rivers, and how towns and cities -
dd: [scowls]
me: well, that's ok, isn't it, right, so what about how the cities got bigger in the nineteenth century because people moved there to -
dd: i KNOW, I've googled that, I just don't get what I'm supposed to DO
me: well, say that that's an example of something you might study in human geography!
dd: GNAAAAAAH ....[dramatically buries head in hands on table].
Also, I was doing stuff upstairs, dd1 doing stuff elsewhere, at 8.20 this morning and suddenly became aware of a monologue emanating from the hall along the lines of 'oh FINE if everyone's just going to igNORE me...'
No, dd, if you're having some kind of problem in the hall (couldn't get the back of one of the Single Pair of Plain Studs, No Other Jewelry Is Permitted, on) and you'd like some help but people are in other rooms doing other things, they're not igNORING you, they simply don't know, and you need to come and find me and let me know you need help, not sit on a stair monologuing.
GAAAH. Sorry for essay. Seriously, advice on the tampax issue most welcome, please..... I assume I'll have to ride out the mardiness.