Monday, 14 October 2013

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman....

Since I had Ava I worry much less about things that used to take up a lot of my time. Men, my weight, current affairs and most definitely hair removal.

Don't get me wrong, I still have to do the old upkeep. But some days I barely get to go to the loo on my own never mind shave my legs. To be fair little A has started politely knocking for a few seconds before she barges her way into the bathroom. You can say a lot about my kid, but she's got manners.

Victoria Beckham was quoted in the papers recently as saying that she never puts make-up on in front of Harper. She believes that Harper would immediately want to copy her and that children are under too much pressure these days to grow up too fast and should just enjoy being littluns. I immediately had the same reaction to reading this that half the mothers of Britain probably had.

'Yeah, ok Vicky. Cheers for that. Maybe if we could afford an expensive nanny to watch the kid for us while you plaster on said slap then we could have such high moral standings too.

But then something happened that made me realise that maybe she was right.

I was bathing Ava one night. Absent-mindedly joining in with Baa Baa Black Sheep with my iPhone in one hand and a rubber duck in the other. Whaaat? I INTERACT. When I looked around and noticed Ava doing something weird. She had picked up a little plastic dolphin thing and was slowly running it up and down her leg. It took me a few seconds to work out that she was shaving her legs. Or pretending to. I realised she must have seen me do this about a million times. A shower on your own is a highly unusual thing as a single mother. And something to be savoured.

Obviously she probably didn't really understand what she was doing. It was more a case of monkey see, monkey do. But it did upset me. Shaving your legs as a teenage girl is a bit of a rite of passage. It's significant as that time when you change from being a little girl into an adolescent. I still remember the first time I did it and how upset my Mum got at this massive significant step. I mean I didn't even need to do it. I was 11 or 12. I just wanted to feel older. There wasn't even that much there to shave. But Ava is 2. 


I mean she shouldn't even be exposed to things like hair removal or hangovers until she is at least 5....   ;)

Point is, it got me to thinking about laser hair removal. Permanent laser hair removal is something that I have fancied trying for a long time. Ok, since I saw Kim K get it done on Keeping up with the Kardashians (I'm nothing if not highbrow). Not only would laser hair treatment save me a hell of a lot of time but it would be another way that I would stop exposing Ava too early to the trappings of modern female life. But am I being too hasty? Wrapping her in cotton wool?

She's always going to want to wear my make-up. Unless I stick her out in the balcony until I am finished applying my face but I have heard that is frowned upon. And yes, that is a brand new Mac lipstick that she insisted on trying on for the above photo. So while my legs might be smooth as silk I think I am going to be forever destined to wonky eyeliner and badly applied blush. Which is basically what happens when you try to apply your make up with a two year old hanging off your leg.

Anyone know any cheap nannies?

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1 comment:

char said...

I really was tempted by laser removal recently but when I realised it isn't actually permanent, I changed my mind.