Yesterday as we were getting ready to go to a new playgroup with MOM's Club, Talon comes in my room and says, "I no feel gud!" He had the sick face and was holding his stomach. I think, that's life! Anytime we're looking forward to doing something fun, someone comes down with something. I proceed to ask him what is wrong, and all I get is, "I no feel gud" with a sad head shake. I say, "Baby, you have to tell Mommy what is wrong so we can fix it." Well, you moms know what happened next as I am standing nicely dressed with my hair and makeup done for the first time all week, right?
Talon says, "I no clean my room. I no feel gud!"
A child truly after my own heart. Manual labor to be done and I get sick too!
Now that you have up to date info on my luxurious day at the spa, this post won't seem like it is coming at you from left field. As I was driving home for the spa and felt so wonderful, I was reflecting on the source of all this tension. Dear Jusband had been TDY the fwo weeks prior, and I honestly think every time he leaves I get a new gray hair, a few new sites for botox injection, and a couple of extra pounds (cookies help me cope)! Needless to say, I always look hotter when he comes home ...
So that is my little pity story, but in all honesty, I am 100% blessed. I have a great jusband, two fantastic little boys, a home to live in, a car to drive and food on my table (maybe even a little too much) every day. What is there for me to really be stressed about?
I would like to dedicate this post to all those single mom's out there. Some with and those without family around to give you a much needed break. Children are wonderful, but it can be taxing to have their physical and emotional well-being resting solely in the hands of one. I can't think of anyone better than their mama's to provide this, but it is hard work. I appreciate, and your kids appreciate, how much hard work you are putting in even if they can't vocalize it. You're so mean and I hate you really do sound like I love you if you close your eyes and remember when they were two years old. I would like to encourage you to take a break, some "me time," for yourself. The kids will be okay if you take the time for yourself. You'll have even more energy for them when you can recuperate - mind, body, and soul. I needed it after 2 weeks - so please treat yourself. You do deserve it. And thanks ladies, for the hard you are doing for your kids. This song is for you! All the lyrics don't really illustrate my point, but who doesn't love Beyonce and JT in spandex?
Utah's may appear a bit larger for this post, but mine is far superior! This was part 2 of the best Mother's Day yet! I was treated to the BEST massage I have ever had in my entire life. My masseuse had magic hands. All knots, kinks, and bits of tension were worked out of my body like never before. His name was Jeff, and I tried to purchase him at the front counter when leaving to keep in the basement for morning treatments, but evidently that is frowned upon in the great state of Utah. Next, Giselle swept me away for a mini-facial and a pedicure topped off with sparkly hot pink polish.
What more could a mom ask for to show how special she was? A nap and dinner you say? Jusband had taken the boys to the park so I could get in a much needed nap, and when the trio returned, dinner was in hand. Honestly, how lucky can one girl get?!
I would like to offer a sincere thanks to Jeff, Gisele, and the entire staff at Sego Lily Day Spa. And a great big hug and kiss to the wonderful men in my life who appreciate me enough to send me away for the day! I think I'm still relaxing! Which is why I haven't posted in a week.
It has always, and by always I mean the last 6 years after I gave up being a 100% bookworm, goal of mine to run a 5K. Luckily for my inner couch potato I have a laundry list of reasons while this has never been accomplished.
* I'd rather make cookies. * You can't run after eating too many cookies. * 2 not so easy pregnancies with physical activity stopping around month 3. * Recovering from 2 c-sections. * 8 months alone with two children under 3 and a full time job. * Texas humidity is too much to get started. * I was introduced to the Twilight series. * It is not possible to run while trying to read a 400 page book.
You get the point. But NOW! I feel the time has arrived. I have two helpers to prevent me from eating too many cookies.
I decided to start on the treadmill because they have a great play area for the boys to destroy while I run. Who needs the added stress of 70 lbs in a stroller to get started? That would just be another detractor on my list of why nots. Two other running moms are usually there while I am. They know my situation and are VERY encouraging, until I gave them this:
Okay, so that wasn't really me, but that is just about what happened. Three times. The 20 miler with the 10 foot legs stopped running to make sure I was okay. She gave me the side eye as I approached the treadmill the following day. She also informed me she knew CPR as I stepped on my machine. I laughed it off. But thank goodness someone in that room knows what they are doing!
Since it appears that I will be giving myself pedicures from now on, several people have mentioned this Ped Egg. It looks like the cheese grater you get when you purchase the Slap Chop. I am a little worried about attacking my feet with the Graty. Even though Vince does say I'll have an exciting life now.
The testimonials I have heard from friends vary widely. Let me know what you think because I don't need my heels looking like the boys hair as I move in flip flops full time.
We were at the BX picking up some last minute supplies on Friday before Javier got home, and I ran Lion to the barber shop so he didn't look so shaggy compared to his brother. This is what I got for my money:
See ... I should have done it myself and gone for the pedicure. I, of course, was chasing after Talon as he turned off the lights to the entire shop. Who leaves a chair directly under 7 light switches? I'm guessing they didn't raise two boys. I didn't realize how bad it was until we woke up from naps. Look at Talon peeking behind him thinking - who's laughing now? Steph - next time, I'm going to see Katchie!!
