Minivan Mum

VOL 4. - THE. HAIR.

I’m at an age now where I’m being included in conversations about a rogue, wiry, long chin hair. My girlfriends, the
playground mums, mates at the gym, work sisters, all sharing the pain and even exchanging memes, laughing about
that one, evasive, hard to locate chin hair. No judgment from me at all! But I don’t have one.

The hair. I am aware, I have been told, it’s tricky to locate. Indeed, it may only be visible in certain lighting, most
commonly spotted when sitting in traffic. I have some girl friends who keep tweezers in their console for this exact
occasion. Some other of my amazing sisters stop their gal pals on their morning walks when they spy it in the rising
sunlight and pluck that bad boy out for one another.

I just don’t seem to have one. Or do I?!

What if I do have some long, billowing in the breeze Rapunzel length chin hair I simply can’t see but strangers
all over notice and scurry away in fear of me casting some kind of witchy witch spell on them?!

So naturally, I have now started rubbing about my chin like its Aladdin’s lamp trying to find this mythical hair
only to then, argue with myself that potentially in all my rubbing I may actually be activating and waking this
dormant hair into existence!

FYI this is what my brain decided to fixate on at 10:46pm on Sunday evening when I couldn’t sleep. Because
who needs sleep when instead you can be kept awake by the haunting thought of The. Hair.?