It’s the little things that make me the happiest.
Today I left work at 1:30 and got a pedicure. I haven’t had one since 2008. My feet were beyond disgusting. Husband even made a comment about them, and he never says anything about anything, so I knew I had to take action.
It took forever, and at one point I was almost sure the skin on the top of my foot was being rubbed off … not to mention I don’t ever fare well in situations where there language barriers … but MAN. I feel so much better.
I feel like a lady.
I got home and found a package on my stoop. Jeans! From my mother! By some miracle I found the perfect maternity jeans while we were in Baton Rouge last month and she bought me a pair. I loved that pair so much that she had another pair shipped to me.
Right now nothing makes me more comfy than a spandex waistband. And I think what I have really been needing (aside from having my feet de-crusted), was a little mothering.