Growing Up Is Hard To Do
This morning I feel 14 again. I am off to meet with a family for a babysitting gig. This is the same family I interviewed with earlier this week and they want me to come along for the day’s activities to see if it’s a good fit. At the same time, I have (I can’t believe I’m going to type this) a zit. Not just any zit. An O-my-gosh-if-there’s-a-tsunmai-we-can-all-head-for-higher-ground-on-Erin’s-face zit.
Dallas told me to leave it alone. But it hurt SO badly. It even hurt to chew food. But I was gentle. I used hot rags, massaged with cotton swabs – nothing rough. This morning as we’re standing in the bathroom, I said to Dallas, “It hurts so bad I can feel it on the inside of my lip.” (It’s just under my nose actually). He turns to me, eyes popping, “Erin, look in the mirror.” My lip is swollen to three times it’s normal size. I have full lips to begin with. This looks like my lips are attacking my face. On the first day of my new job, babysitting.
So since I’m not 14 and can’t pass it off as acne, I’m going with the excuse that it’s a collagen injection on one half of my lip to see if I like it. That way I sound grown up.