A Little Piece of Heaven

Today was my much anticipated trip to heaven - also known as the local spa club up the road. Yup, that's right, I took it upon myself to deem my temporary stay-at-home mom duties worthy of a spa day. In anticipation of this event, I shaved my legs this morning so the spa employees wouldn't think I was some creature that just stepped out of the jungle. I mean, it's okay if my husband thinks that... but not total strangers - no way!! After my mom arrived to babysit Chase, I took my giddy self and hightailed it out the door. I promptly arrive 15 minutes early - as instructed - to fill out paperwork to update my information. You know, the paperwork that took approximately 90 seconds to fill out...

My first slice of heaven was the steam room. There's something about the steam room that just releases all of the stress and tension from your body. I love, love, love the steam room. Everytime I'm in a steam room (which is about once every 3 years, haha), I always get the memory of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine is in the steamroom and is trying to figure out if Jerry's girlfriends' tatas are real or fake. Aaahhh, I miss my Seinfeld... So after my 15 minutes are up (which by the way, I'm pretty sure I only got 10 minutes, but whatever... it was so damn hot in there, I thought I was breathing fire... so I'll let it slide this time.), I showered to get ready for my full body massage.

While filling out my 90 seconds worth of paperwork, I noted that my main areas of pain were my shoulders and neck. So you can imagine why I was wondering what happened to my paperwork after she spent the first 10 minutes massaging my head. Anyways, the massage continued and to sum it up - when she got to my shoulders and neck, she worked on them as if I was a friggin' football player that could handle her elbows and fists digging deep into my already sore muscles. When she worked the rest of my limbs, at times it felt like I was being tickled. Alright, so maybe they do read the paperwork. And I do have to admit, she must've been doing something right, because a few times, I found myself dozing off. You know how I knew I was dozing off... because I was awoken by - what I hope was - my very own *soft snoring*. All I could think was, "damn, I hope she didn't hear that"... and after the third time of waking up from my *light* snoring, I thought to myself... "yep, I'll definitely have to ask for someone different next time to spare myself the embarassment".

Next was my pedicure. I was so desperately in need of a pedicure as my feet were rough as sandpaper. The salon tech tells me to pick out a color, and I inform her that I just want a clear polish - because, let's be honest here, I will never get around to repainting/touching up my toenails, and I seriously don't want to be walking around with chipped toenail polish for the next 3 months. She asks me three times if I'm sure, and I politely tell her "yes, I'm sure". So after she got started, we had about 5 minutes of polite chit-chat (you know, the customary chit-chat you have to suffer through with strangers in an attempt to avoid that "awkward silent moment'). And after that 5 minutes, I quickly grabbed the gossip magazine and was engrossed in the article about the Carrie Underwood/ Jessica Simpson catfight. Meeeoooowww... So right before the tech is about to put on the polish, she asks me again if I'm sure I don't want to pick out a color. After rolling my eyes 3 times, I finally tell her "knock yourself out, just pick out something nice". So she picks out a color that I would describe as "nude peach" - a color that is probably one shade darker than "clear" polish. ::serious eye roll::

So after being pampered for a couple hours, I head out to run a few errands (read as: drive out of my way to get me some Chick-fil-a... don't worry though, I ordered the medium, not the large). On the way home, I pick Braedyn up from preschool and arrive home to my mom cuddling up to a very sound asleep Baby Chase. I get Braedyn settled, lay Chase down in his crib, my mom leaves, I sit down on the couch to relax, and promptly 2 minutes later, Chase starts wailing. Imagine that, and there goes my day of relaxation...

P.S. Ben, in case you're confused, I'm not complaining about my spa day, I very much enjoyed it. Just remember that when I schedule another spa appointment next month.

P.P.S. Ben, please pay the spa bill when the credit card statement comes in. In case you didn't realize it, this was really your gift to me. Thanks!!