I’m going there. Yes I am. I’m not afraid. It’s a natural part of life.
We have reached a tender, special bonding milestone in my home. Mother and son both have to start tending to their facial hair! Awwww!
What the heck? It seems like overnight! My wake up call was the rear view mirror of my car. The mirror in my bathroom is deceivingly dim. I knew I had hair on my upper lip … but it was fine and blonde. Damn rear view mirror. Mirror of truth. Mirror of age reveal. Magic, stupid, daylight mirror!
So now the conundrum of which route to take for my beard and moustache!
I’m still deciding. Obviously I don’t want to shave! Do I want to be a waxing girl? Tweeze? Hair removal cream?
I don’t want to do any of them!
For this particular sign ‘o the times – I would wish the clock back.
I barely have eyebrows! Never have had to groom them. I guess my face was saving all its energy for my chin?
If I was already in my mumu calling my 15 cats to their dinner bowls, I’d just say f#@* it. But I do still have to leave the house.
Was about to take Nic to a party when this little convo went down.
Nic: Mom … you have – um – a moustache thing here (Points to the right side of the corner of my mouth)
Me: Yeah – I know. I haven’t decided how to handle it
Nic: (Laughing) Well go shave!!!
I think it was probably the first time he was embarrassed at the idea of leaving the house with me.
Well get used to it baby – because I believe arm flaps are next – and I’m not wearing long sleeves in the Summer.