While having no hair is convenient in many ways, it deprives me of what I consider to be "my" chin. In the past 15 years I have rarely shaved my chin hair. I like my chin hair. Without my chin hair I have very little chin to speak of. I don't know what else to say. I'll miss my chin.
Emily went to work today. I stayed home with Max, we stuck to our home school routine. I exercised after straightening the house and doing the dishes. Later I had a twenty minute nap. I was able to talk on the phone with Tim for a while. At 3 my brother came by to visit for a couple of hours. My boys played with Scott's outside while we talked. Emily returned from work just before Scott left. After that there was dinner, some cartoons, and me typing this.
I wouldn't call it an uninteresting day, considering that I had hair when I woke up. It was a good day. There wasn't anything great or terrible about the day. I'm tired and I ache, but I'm home.
My anxiety just got the best of me, while typing this I am finally really having a hard time dealing with the boys. It's 9:20, they've been in bed for 20 minutes doing one thing after the next to keep themselves awake. Hopefully, with some practice and effort I can relax and learn to mind their poor behavior less.
It's still been a good day. I just need to learn to manage the end of the day better. And now I'm going to apologize to Emily and the boys for being rude. They're awesome, I'm in a bad way. Surely we'll find some harmony between the two.
Here's the photo for today, my new shaven state. Max also wanted you to see his Finn shirt, so there are two pictures:
Oh, I don't know. I still see a chin. :)
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