Brazilian - Take Two

Good morning everyone!

So, just as I said in this previous post, I have decided to give the Brazilian a second try and will continue until I have completed four waxings to see if it gets better.  Yesterday marked three weeks post primary torture session and it was time to endure it again.

I have a new aesthetician because the first time I did it I was on vacation in a different province.  I had discovered the local torturer through my good friend and I made the appointment.  I arrive five minutes early thinking that I would have time to meditate while I waited but she was waiting for me and I didn't have time to relax.  She escorted me through the hall and into her chambers.  To the right of the door was a curtained off segment and I was instructed to go on in and get undressed.  To my astonishment there were no baby wipes!!  OMG, I was not prepared this time… I went straight after sweating in my office chair all day.  I begin to panic and I know that I must confess that I thought she would have that option.  She looks at me and with a questioning look she tells me that I could go to the bathroom just down the hall.  I thank her and quickly escape the curtained area.

I get in the bathroom and my crazy brain starts working in overtime.  OMG, now she thinks that I am a dirty person.  Perhaps she thinks that I didn't shower this morning… I DID BUT… it is 3:00 in the PM.  Everyone would need to freshen up at that hour, no?!  I take a few deep breaths and clean up, wash my hands and I am feeling much more prepared.

I enter the room a little red-cheeked and take off my clothes and place myself on her table.  Now, this lady's table is really comfortable.  I look around and I am really impressed with this salon.  It feels pleasant and I begin to relax.  She asks me when I last had my treatment and I tell her that it is my second time and that the first time I did not get the results that I expected.  It left me with red blotchy spots and pimple like red spots.  I have developed a spotted vajayjay… not exactly an attractive look.  I suspect that perhaps I had a reaction to the wax?  She tells me that it is ingrown hairs o.O  NICE!  I have scared my pubs so much that they are growing in backwards now!!

She is gentle and speaks about caring for my vajayjay post waxing and I am feeling at ease.  She also declares that I am a natural blonde and I kinda snicker thinking that my hair stylist did a great job that she thinks that my hair is natural.  I respond that I was in my youth, with a smile and she explained that it is why I am sensitive.  She completed the front part and tells me to turn over.  Remember when I explained what happened the first time well, THAT was pleasant compared to what this lady made me do!  She had me on all fours, head on the bed and asked to "borrow" my hand to that I could spread my own cheeks!!  OMG  As I laid there I was thinking that this gives a whole new meaning to downward dog!  WOuldn't Tony Horton be proud of this yoga position!  Then I thought that it needed to have it's own name and went with "bad-dog" … so that is what my internal monologue was this round.

After that she had me lay back on my back and gave me a cold cloth to hold on my who-ha and I am sure that there was steam that was coming from it!  What relief though!!

So, the second waxing was a bit better yet far from pleasant.  It left me as red and blotchy as the first time and bleeding!  Maybe the bleeding was the result of her coming at me with tweezers!  I don't think that it could get worse than that!  I laid in bed last night and wondered if this was going to be worth it… then I patted it and thought, "yup, I think that it may!"  Someday I will not have anything more to say about it … I hope that someday it becomes a joy rather than misery.

How was your Wednesday?  Did you do anything exciting?

Facing Forty with a red-spotted Vajayjay

Why am I so Annoyed?

Good morning everyone!

This morning, like every other, I wake up like I go to bed; feeling annoyed and well, tired.  Why is it that everything and everyone seems irked or unsatisfied with me and I am annoyed at them?  What I used to let roll off my back seems to be causing a great deal of stress in my life.  I piss my family off at least once a day, my children seem to be talking back more (or perhaps my awareness has just been heightened), even my Mom got upset with me two days ago for not serving dinner on time and being insensitive to their need to leave my home at a certain time (and I am still hanging on to her dismay).  Is it just me or does one become the single most disappointing female in the world when you reach your mid-thirties?  I just can not seem to be able to please anyone; however, everything that I do seems to provoke a rise out of everyone.  

Here is a common scenario in my home these days:

(me): I have booked a day for us at the spa sweetie so you and I can have some mother-daughter time and be pampered a bit.

(daughter2): Well Mom, what time is it going to be at?

(me) 1:30 for me and you are at 1:45

(daughter2):  What do you want me to do for the 15 minutes before my treatment?  Is there going to be internet?  Can I take the iPad?  Is there internet?  Will you be done at the same time as me?  Is there internet?

(me): Seriously?  What are you going to do?  Why don't you choose one of your many electronic devices and bring it along or, better yet, a magazine?  Why do you need internet with all the movies/music and games you have on that iPad?  Just bring something that is going to keep you busy and it is time to relax so may I suggest the book I just bought you or a magazine and leave the electronics at home.

(daughter2): Well, how long do I have to wait after?  Do I have to wait there?  Will there be other people there?

(me): OMG!  What is wrong with this picture?  I have treated YOU to a pedicure and all you can think of is if you may have to share a waiting room with someone WITHOUT the use of internet?  Can you not appreciate the fact that we are doing this together?  Can you not go 2 hours without the internet?  SERIOUSLY

(daughter2): ALRIGHT!  I was JUST asking!

Why does a simple and thoughtful moment have to turn into an argument?  I never had the opportunity to do any of those things with my Mom when I was young and if she took me to the grocery store with her I would never have even considered asking her what time we planned on being home and how might I be able to waste time while waiting for her.  I would have went and just pretended to enjoy it and in doing so I always seemed to find enjoyment.  So, my question is… is there something wrong with me or do I have a right to be angry?

The truth is, I hate being angry and annoyed all the time.  I just want to be happy again or was it just being oblivious… whatever it was, I want it back!!

Facing forty annoyed!!