We had an unexpectedly chilly weekend and I turned the central heat on a few times. This morning, I woke up with a split lip, a bloody nose and aching sinuses. Dry air much?
Also this morning, G had an adolescent complexion crisis. She came up to me in the kitchen, pulled her hair back and said "Look at this!"
"Hmm, looks like a breakout," I said.
"What do I do?! I don't have enough concealer to cover all that!"
"Well, there's not much you can do," I said. "You can't wear a whole face full of makeup, so you've just kind of got to deal. I'm sorry."
"Isn't there anything that can help?" she moaned.
"We can try buying some tinted moisturizer after I pick you up tonight," I offered. "That might cover it a little without looking all heavy like foundation. I know it sucks, but the reality is that for the next few years, breaking out is going to be a fact of life for you."
"I didn't know it was going to be this bad," she said as she went away to try artfully draping her hair over her forehead.
I didn't have the heart to tell her it can get a lot worse!