Sometimes Being an Adult is Like Baby Food…..

Adulting. This is something that I occasionally have anxiety over. The weird thing is, 9 times out of 10, it wasn’t as hard or scary as I had thought going in. Things like calling such and such place to take care of such and such bill if there is any discrepancy. I do eventually call on time and get things taken care of, but the anxiety I experience leading up to calling is very real and pretty annoying. Yes, I wish I were the type of person you’d not think anything of making a simple phone call, but unfortunately more often than not I’ll pitch a little mental fit before eventually doing the right thing and making the call. Again, 9 times out of 10 when I’m done with this task, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had it built up in my head.

It’s kinda like baby food.

This weekend I helped throw a baby shower for one of my closest friends. Maybe this is just a new American trend, but here when we do baby showers, traditionally there is some sort of game centered around baby food. Our baby food game consisted of 12 jars of baby food that had a similar color but were all different flavors. I had carefully taken the labels off each jar and numbered them with a black Sharpie. Then I wrote down their number and flavor on a separate sheet and put that in an envelope along with all the labels. Each person at the shower was given paper and pen and they had to write down what they thought each flavor was. The person with the most correct answers would win a prize.

There was one of three ways we could have played. 1. Each person simply looks at the jars and writes down an educated guess as to its contents. This way the mom to be can keep the baby food to feed her child later OR 2. The jars are opened and sniffed to determine what they contain OR 3. Guesses are determined by TASTE! This method is the most fun but could go disastrously wrong if you have a weak stomach. Or just anxiety over suspicious looking baby food in an all neutral color palate.

We went with method #2. Then, in a sudden twist, our mother-to-be decided she was curious enough to taste them. And we did. Even if some of us had serious reservations. I mean, would you willingly taste liquified turkey and gravy?? But you know what? It wasn’t bad at all. After I tasted what I thought was the scariest one, I went for one I’d wanted to try ever since picking them up last week–banana. Here is the face I made:


Now, I promise you that this truly is my “Wow! That wasn’t bad at all. I like it.” face. Even after tasting them all, there really wasn’t a jar that I disliked. All the fear was just in my head.

I guess I can cross eating 12 varieties of baby food off my bucket list!

If you have trouble adulting some days, you are not alone. I’ll even share my stewed bananas with you 😉


Lulabelle’s Anxiety Free Friday (LAFF): Think Before You Nair…..

Well kids, I am back after a two-week mental health break. I’ve been in a right horrible funk ever since daylight savings time kicked in. During the fall and winter our part of the midwest is gloomy and grey, and when the sun goes to bed an hour earlier, my mood goes with it. I tried to blog a couple of times, but I just couldn’t get my thoughts unjumbled from the cozy recesses of my brain. My breakthrough came yesterday after word came that I was published on The Mighty website. It’s a great place to hear stories of others with all sorts of disabilities and health conditions. Giving hope to thousands of readers a day. You should go check them out…..but not before I tell you this story. 😉 I figured I’d break my blog-fast with some humor. So without further ado:

Let’s talk about hair. Specifically the hair on parts of your body that you want to remain smooth as a baby’s bum. It’s not that I necessarily feel pressure by society to keep my legs and other parts hair free, I just feel more confident the less hair there is. Which is why I’ve deployed a few different methods over the years to rid my body of unwanted hair. Shaving with a razor is normally my go-to as it’s cheap and relatively painless, but depilatory creams and waxing have shown to be most effective for a smoother-for-longer look. The latter is a pretty simple approach, you put a cream concoction on the area you want free of hair and you wait a minute or two before rinsing it off. The cream does some weird voodoo science thing where the hair magically disappears after rinsing. You are then left with skin that smells across between nail polish remover and aloe-vera.

Nair is the most popular form of this hair removal cream. I remember as a kid watching their commercials on TV. Where women in tiny skirts would kick up their freshly Nair’ed legs in a dance reminiscent of the Rockettes. I envied them. Mostly for their cute skirts that I’d not be allowed to wear, but you get the idea. It wasn’t until years later that I finally got my hands on a bottle of Nair and dreamed of becoming one of the girls on the commercial.

As I explained above, the hair removal process is quite simple with Nair. Just smooth it on with your hands and wipe the hair away after a minute. What they don’t tell you on the bottle, or maybe I just don’t remember reading it, is that it’s inadvisable to use Nair on sensitive areas. Or if you have sensitive skin. No matter if I just didn’t read that part of the label or I just had a “devil-may-care” attitude, I Naired onward. After my legs were smoother than a baby’s bum, I turned to my underarms. As any woman will tell you, shaving the underarms takes precision and time to get every single hair. Not having the patience or the time, I excitedly smoothed this cream over my left underarm and waited with gleeful anticipation. I knew I wouldn’t have to shave under there for at least two weeks, without new hair growth being all that noticeable.

As I waited for the cream to work its magic, I began to feel a bit of a tingling sensation where I had applied the Nair. When it had done its thing, I went to wipe it off and HOLY MOTHER it BURNED!! At the time I thought it’d go away after a few minutes. I was wrong. Very, painfully wrong. Even after washing it off with soap and water, the pain remained. Now, I’ve never been in labor, but I remember thinking as I lay awake that night, several hours later, in agony, that this is what labor must feel like. If the baby comes out of one’s underarm. Right then I vowed never again to use Nair. And to ALWAYS read the entire warning label of any product I put on my body. Lord have mercy!