Normally I see nothing wrong with the arrangement we have around here. I don’t feel like Lion is taking advantage of me. I do things for him because they make him happy and when he’s happy I’m happy. I get what I need. He gets what he needs. All is right with the world. But then….

Maybe it’s when I’m tired or sore or super busy or whatever, I feel like he’s jumping on my last nerve. First of all, it’s my fault for letting things go. I acknowledge that. When the chicken is just a little overdone and maybe I could have done X a little better or “all you have to do” pops up, I start feeling like nothing I do is right or enough. And then there’s manscaping.

It feels like I’m in a store with a little kid. Can I have this? Can I have that? Can I, can I, can I, can I? Or when they ask for something and you tell them they can have it later. Now? How about now? Now? Is it later yet? Now? For god’s sake! Yes. Fine. Okay. Let’s do it now.

I don’t know why I hate manscaping. It really isn’t that bad once you get started. Maybe it’s the whole process. First, you have to melt the wax. Did I start it early enough? Will it be melted in time? Is it too hot? Why isn’t it pulling the hair out? What is it with that one stubborn patch? Why won’t you come out, you stupid little hair? And then there’s the wax that hangs on for dear life. I have to slather Lion with mineral oil to loosen it up and wipe it off with a towel. It’s such a production.

If you couldn’t guess, I’m tired today. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know I actually have to go into the office on Monday. How am I going to make it a whole day at the office without falling asleep? Lion told me he had a dream I got sick and died because I went to the office. I don’t think it was one of his premonition dreams or feelings. I just know I’m putting us both in danger by going to work. However, the virus seems to be less prevalent here than in Seattle. Of course, the more we open up and move around, the more it spreads. But you can’t stay cooped up forever. You just have to do what you can to stay safe.

Although I miss seeing my coworkers, I don’t really want to go back to the office. Maybe I need to find a work-from-home job. They are out there. This virus has definitely proved that. Maybe mine doesn’t work as a full-time work from home job with my company, but the job does exist in other places. It’s time to explore those options. And it’s time to turn on the wax.