what goes around comes around

My Mom likes to tell a story of about us girls when we were younger. There is still some debate as to which of the four of us sisters were with her on this particular day, but the story goes something like this...

We were in the middle of a crowded department store girls' section when one of us, who was talking with Mom at the time, zones into a part of her face just below the chin where there was a loooong black hair protruding from the skin, waving in the air. Apparently this was a fairly interesting detail because whomever it was that noticed it ( I still say it wasn't me) announced it at full vocal capacity to all within hearing range. "Hey girls! Come over here! You have to see this huge black hair coming out of Mom's chin!" Which of course was then followed by the rest of the Prepchuk party all clamoring for a spot to catch a glimpse of the waving hair.

Now, she says that she was laughing so hard she was doubled over leaning on a shelf for support. I say she was probably so embarrassed she was trying to duck under something so no one would notice her or her shiny black chin hair.

Well I've had a similar experience that initially wasn't so public, but in about 3 paragraphs it's going to become that way. For no other reason than I love a good laugh, and thought you might too.

As a Mom I love to take what I call a 'luxury shower'. It's not your typical every day shower where you get in, get straight to business and exit all in under 5 minutes flat. No. This one you get to take your time! I'm talking about lather, rinse AND repeat! As a full time Mom you just don't have time for the 'repeat' anymore. It's virtually dead and gone like the body you had as a cheerleader in high school.

Those kind of showers are the best. I usually like to sit down, you know, take a load off, rest my head against the tiled wall and just....relax. Take my time and enjoy my several moments alone and in peace. Aaaaahhh. Well I had one of those the other day, and it was beautiful. Until Noah came running in and threw open the curtain wide interrupting my solace because he just couldn't stand to play by himself for a single.second.longer! I quickly ended my shower, jumped out and we played cars together.

Fast forward to later on in the afternoon when I am laying on my bed talking with my Mom on the phone while Noah plays near by. My one arm is resting above my head leaving my armpit exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I see little Noah's face contort in disgust, like he's just smelled something horrifically foul, as he raises his arm and pokes one chubby little finger into my armpit and exclaims "Ewwww! Yuckies!" Yes, sadly in all my hastiness to retreat from the shower that morning I forgot to shave. And thus ends my streak of luxury showers for awhile. It is abundantly clear that unshaven armpits are frowned upon in our home. And so I go back to speed showering where if I come out virtually hairless, I think Noah will be pleased.