My life is very busy right now.
I am stressed. I am scared. I am confused.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I attend classes at the university.
Wednesday evening, I sit at the hospital and spend several hours researching the charts of the patients I’ve been assigned to.
Thursday and Friday, I am up at 6am making lunches for my kids.
I am at the hospital by 7am, and quite literally do not sit down until sometime after 6pm, long enough to eat a meal with my family, before I have to finish more homework, and somehow also interact with my children, hoping desperately that I’m still tending to their individual wants, needs, and desires.
By Saturday morning, I am a shell of a human being.
I move through my days habitually rather than purposefully.
The highlight of my week was when my friend Meghan unknowingly walked through the hospital and around the hospital ward where we work with a pair of flashy panties static-clung to her white uniform pantleg.
However this morning, a conversation occurred around our breakfast table; a conversation which grabbed me by the shoulders and shook away the cobwebs of anxiety which had been slowly engulfing me, and dragging me down into a sea of despair… ok, not really that dramatic, but it sounded all deep and thinky, right.
Jackson: Zoé made fun of me. She says I have a unibrow.
me eating my waffle: You don’t.
Jackson: I do!
me inspecting: You have, like three hairs. That’s not a unibrow.
Jackson: Can you take me to have it waxed today?
Wyatt joining in: I have a unibrow. It doesn’t bother me.
Jackson: That’s because you think hair makes you a man. You probably have a big hairy bush like Zohan.
Wyatt: Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.
me reminding Wyatt of a conversation we had earlier in the week: Well don’t be thinking you’re going to be growing one of those bush beards. I’ve already told you I think beards are creepy.
Wyatt: I’m totally growing a bush beard.
me: Then you’ll have to live in the backyard with the dogs.
Wyatt now eating my waffle: The dogs don’t live in the backyard.
Jackson: Mom, how can I get rid of my unibrow.
me: You can do like your dad does to his and use Nair to take it away.
Jackson: Nair? What’s Nair?
me: It’s a cream that you put on to take off pubic hair. But your dad is very clever and he uses it for his unibrow.
Jackson: Then when I’m older, I can use it for my pubic hair too?
me: No! It’s not for a man’s pubic hair. It’s for the hair around a woman’s bikini area.
Jackson: Really? ‘Cause I’d totally use it on my pubic area. I don’t want my junk to be hairy. I want it all smooth and hairless.
me: I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be putting Nair anywhere near your junk.
Wyatt: Jackson’s going to be such a metrosexual.
me: Can you guys just leave me alone so I can eat my waffle.
And just like that, my world was right again.
Bringing families closer.
Sadly I am not being paid by Nair for this post.