I have a new obsession. Or is it a compulsion?
Either one, I'm rather WTF about it.
Because, Hello! My name is Mommy Needs Therapy and I'm obsessed with my chin hairs.
And neck hairs.
So now do I not only pull at my eyebrows when I'm stressed and/or nervous and/or bored, but I obsessively check my neck and chin for rogue hairs.
But not only in the mirror, which I do at least twice a day. OK, four times a day.
Minimum. Shut up! But I find myself doing this half stroking, half plucking/pulling motion with my fingers along my chin and neck all fucking day long.
Sitting in a meeting: I'll be stroking and pulling.
Sitting at my computer working: stroking and pulling
Driving: stroking and pulling
Watching TV: and I'm stroking and pulling.
Because I'm certain, that even in the hour since I last checked in the mirror, that a super fast growing hair has sprouted and is about to wrap itself around my neck and choke me.
I've started to stock up on tweezers, so I have them and can easily access one, rather than trying to hold on to the offending hair all the way upstairs to the bathroom where the tweezers reside. When I do this I most often lose the hair during transit and then can't find it when I have the tweezers in hand and a mirror at my face. I'm half convinced they are actually retractable hairs, and that when I pull on it long enough it springs back in, just before I can actually pluck it out.
est part is that I'm now yanking all day long at the normal body hair on my neck (called vellus hair if you are interested) so half convince myself at times that I'm growing a fucking beard.
I have made Rich promise me multiple times that he will immediately inform me if he notices any crazy hairs on my face or neck. Of course that means he actually has to be looking at me, so I don't exactly consider him my first line of stray hair defense.
There are a lot of things I'll accept semi-gracefully as I get older, but whiskers are not one of them.