You know what I mean by groomers, right? You either are one or you aren't. I'm one, but my husband for sure is not one.
I came home last week with a moderately burned back after going to the state park to swim. It never did blister or peel, it just itched all week. That is until yesterday. I reached back there and felt these little bumps. You know, the ones that are filled with water and turn into peeling skin. I hate it when that happens. Mainly because I can't reach my back to mess with it. When Elliott gets a sunburn, I just pace the floors waiting for it to turn to peeling. I love it. He sits there with his shirt off and I peel away. It's the best! I also love, love, love a good splinter. Especially one that is in there pretty good and I know it will take a while to get it. There's nothing worse than a splinter that comes out the first time you pull it. Loose teeth, however, I can't stand. Go to daddy for those.
My family now knows that if there's anything that needs to be messed with, I'm the one to do it. I have a thing I do with John when he's tired. He lays his head in my lap and I run my fingers through his hair and pull at little sections. He calls it "picking the fleas out of his hair." I know what you're thinking, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Sometime when John was really little, I was playing with his hair and he said it felt like I was picking fleas out of his hair. Not because he had fleas, but because there were a lot of dogs around and he knew about fleas getting on them. It's one of those stories I can't tell just anyone. They just wouldn't understand.
Anyway, here I am with a back that's prime for peeling and I can't get to it. Now I'm not one to let other people mess with me. I think the grooming thing only goes one way. I like to groom, but don't like to be groomed. Elliott likes to be groomed, but he definitely doesn't get any pleasure out of grooming. I just couldn't stand knowing that there was a back that had some good peeling on it and I couldn't do anything about it because it was my own. I asked Elliott to take a look at. He gave me a grossed out look and said he was really busy. I said, "Come on, honey. I'm dying here. My back needs to be peeled and I can't stand that I can't do it. Please look at it." He flat out said no. All I could do was stand in front of the bathroom mirror in a contorted position trying to reach it. It didn't work. I gave up. No more sunburns for me. I'm going to lay the sunscreen on thick next time I go swimming!
