I’m lucky I have no hair because if I did, I’d have ripped it out this morning. Gavin’s already struggling and that struggle is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I’m trying so hard to do right by everyone in my family but I think that task might just be bigger than me.
Last night, Gavin came to us about midnight, complaining of his chin being ichy. He’s was clearly distressed but not wanting to tell us what was wrong.
After a painfully awkward, completely unnecessary back and forth, he admitted that his beard is what’s causing the itchiness. For some reason, he was embarrassed to say that his beard was a problem.
I told him to shave and slap some lotion on his chin. That should help with the itching. He went back to bed and we didn’t see him again until this morning.
When he did reappear this morning, right before we had to leave for Elliott and Emmett’s doctors appointment, I saw what he’d done.
Gavin had shaved but literally only shaved his chin. He walked down the steps with a part of a mustache and the rest of his beard. We were in a hurry and it was before 8AM so I wasn’t fully engaged yet but feeling very much rushed.