When I was in NYC recently, I decided to try getting a pedicure. Felt like a ridiculous indulgence, but wanted to know what I had been missing out on. So, $22 later I had a manicure and pedicure done Jackson Heights style. They had used an actual electric sander on my feet. This was surprisingly pleasurable, unlike waxing and threading which I have also tried having professionally done this year. So, when I realized that there was a little nail spa next to Maggie Moo’s ice-cream shop here in Mechanicsburg, I saw my opportunity to give myself a little gift.
Gabriel was armed with his own ice cream creation and a Nintendo DS. And I was oddly excited for power tools to be used on my feet. This place was a little more upscale, however. I enjoyed pleasant conversation, watched Olympic diving with the staff while they gushed over my handsome child. (We are getting that a lot lately… talk about how “handsome” he is.) They talked me into the spa pedicure package. I sat in a massaging chair while someone massaged my legs, hand worked the tough skin from my feet, applied mint and wrapped them in a hot towel. Quite lovely.
50 dollars later, there is no ethereal glow coming from my lowest appendages as I might have expected, but I can see where the experience makes for a future temptation.
Woke up at 6am, after crashing early last night… so I hadn’t gotten anything done for this morning. Shower, then woke gabe to get in the bath (he also fell asleep early.. both of us on the couch). Took the dog on a walk, but he wouldn’t go number 2. came back in, washed Gabe’s hair, packed lunches (with limited groceries, because I blew off going to the store). Got Gabe all dressed, when he reminded me he wanted to dress as a pirate for pirate day at camp. Dressed him again, as a pirate, shoved a granola bar at him for breakfast. Walked the dog a 2nd time, so that he wouldn’t go in the house…….. walked out of the house late, at 7:15, drove gabe to school……. And discovered I had forgotten his lunch. Dropped him off, called work to say I would be late. Drove home. Got his lunch. Back to school. And then in to work. 15 minutes late. I hate being late.
After walking up the stairs ahead of a group of people set to start their work day at 8:30, chatting and laughing about my start in the hallways, a coworker says from behind me, “My dear, do you realize you have a big hole in the back of your skirt?” Had to be extra careful throughout the day… as the only thing I could find to do an on the spot repair was a binder clip. (staples didn’t work)
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