Son came in at the wrong time lol

Okay, so you caught a glimpse of my everyday chaos – being a waxer and a mom to a preteen definitely keeps life interesting! That moment my son walked in? Pure, unadulterated mom life. It really makes you think about all the hats we wear, doesn't it? One minute I'm in my professional 'waxer' zone, focused on giving clients the best experience, and the next, I'm just 'Mom' to an increasingly curious preteen. It’s funny, the question of 'how do we dress' often pops into my head, not just for myself but even for how I navigate life with a preteen son. When I’m at work, my attire is all about hygiene, comfort, and professionalism. You want to look clean, approachable, and ready for action. But then I come home, and it's a whole different vibe. Lounge clothes, comfy sweats – whatever can withstand a surprise hug or a spontaneous game of catch. The contrast is real! Having a preteen son means a growing awareness of everything around him. He’s at that age where he's noticing more, asking more questions, and definitely developing his own sense of style and privacy. That 'POV being a waxer and having a preteen son' often translates into navigating boundaries. How do you explain a job like mine to a young person? It's about empowering people, self-care, and hygiene, but sometimes the 'how' can be a little... delicate! I’ve learned a lot about setting clear expectations and creating personal spaces. My workspace is clearly defined, and he knows it's off-limits during client hours. It’s not just about what *I* wear, but also about the 'dressing' of our environment – making sure it’s respectful of both my profession and his growing need for independence. For other moms out there juggling a demanding career, especially one that involves personal care, and raising young ones, it's a constant balancing act. My biggest tip? Communication is key. Talk to your kids about your job in an age-appropriate way. And don't forget to 'dress' yourself in confidence, no matter the situation. Whether it's my professional apron or my comfiest sweats, it’s all part of being me – a dedicated waxer, and a loving, sometimes hilariously interrupted, mom to my preteen son.