As a working mom, I always feel guilty (quick – anyone want to finish that sentence?) about scheduling things for myself in the evenings or on weekends, because that’s when I actually have time to spend with the fam. So, one trick I’ve learned is to do as much as possible on my lunch hour. There was a time I religiously exercised during said lunch hour, but sadly that hasn’t been the case in recent weeks (and by ‘weeks’ I mean about a year). I’m going to again start on Monday, I swear. But I digress.
Today, my lunchtime adventure was getting my hair cut. I was pretty excited about it because I thought a little pampering might make the rest of the day more bearable. “Pampering†isn’t really the right word for what happened, though.
While washing my hair, the stylist asked me if she could wax my eyebrows. She was very nice about it, but without a doubt the underlying message was “I can’t let you walk out of the salon looking like this. It will be bad for business.†So I agreed.
Prior to today, I hadn’t had my eyebrows waxed in three years. In fact, the last time I had it done was July 9, 2004. (Fun fact: I have an amazing capacity to retain completely useless details about the past, and if I thought about it, I could probably tell you what I was wearing at the time). In my defense, though, I will point out that my daughter is three years old. Coincidence? I think not.
It HURT. Really, the waxing part itself wasn’t all that bad (you know, the whole “rip the bandaid off quickly†theory), but then she broke out a cotton ball and applied what had to have been pure ethyl alcohol to my face. It HURT. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she reached for the tweezers and proceeded to pluck. It HURT. Then she applied yet more liquid fire, held up the mirror and sent me on my way.
Here’s the text message I sent from the parking lot:
To: Jenny
From: Emily
I just got my eyebrows waxed. Sh!t that hurt.
Jenny, who at the time was at our grandma’s house with her kids, Andy and Kate, sent this text message reply:
To: Emily
From: Jenny
Kate said, “Did my mommy get her earbrows cut on purpose?â€
Believe it or not, kid, Mommy did get her earbrows cut on purpose. But I am not doing it again for at least another three years.
I always feel guilty whenever I do something for myself during the evening or on a weekend too. I feel like I am cheating River (my son) out of our time together.
On a different note, I know it hurt but do you like how your “earbrows” look?
YEOWCH! I have only ever had my upper lip done. It’s not fun. But I like the results. And “earbrows” — that’s cute!
Actually they look pretty good… Kind of like childbirth – after it stopped hurting, it seems worth it, lol.
for some extra added fun “pampering” get your bikini done…on purpose.