My Life Is Hard

Some people wash their faces in the shower out of convenience. I do it out of necessity.

You see, that whole image perpetuated by Oil of Olay commercials and Neutrogena ads of a woman who is capable of rinsing her face with a perfectly controlled mini-splash from the sink is just beyond me. When I wash my face, it usually goes like this:

First, I knock over my toothbrush stand and hair brush using one hand to search for a towel while my eyes are clamped shut. (If I dare to open my eyes even a second too soon, I inevitably get face cleanser in my eye leading to some crying, frantic eye-rinsing and ten minutes of hyperventilating while I wonder whether or not I have inadvertently blinded myself.)

Then, once I find the towel and pat my face dry, I look in the mirror to see that stray face cleanser has found its way into my hair and ears. I spend more time cleaning up from washing my face than actually washing my face. Missed soap in the hair is the worst -- it does not dry well.

Next, not only will I have water stains on my shirt from out-of-control splashing, but the entire waistline of whatever I've decided to wear will also has a line of water across it from leaning over the sink. This routine always ends with having to find an entirely new outfit before leaving the house. (And, for me in my pre-underemployment days, picking out not one, but two, business casual outfits in a day was rather time-consuming.)

With the shower face wash, there's no danger of ruined outfits, and I can't tell you how much time and frustration this has saved. I repeat -- my life is hard.

On a completely unrelated note, if anyone has any blog topics to suggest, I'd love to hear them. Even I'm finding it hard to make my days seem at all interesting to anyone else. Not that you can tall from this post, of course.