Gone are the days of getting a pedicure every 3 weeks because…you know honey, our pregnant sister in law can’t go by herself!
True story…when our sister in law was pregnant I went with her every three weeks throughout nearly her entire pregnancy to get a pedicure.
That was also the time we were renting a house, with a (comparatively) tiny little yard.
When all we had to worry about was ourselves. And what we were going to do that weekend.
Fast forward just over 5 years (holy crap our niece is 5 years old!), one giant mortgage, one giant piece of land, two houses, two demanding careers, a dog and one kid later and I recently realized it’s been over a year since my last pedicure.
Over.A.Year.
Total white girl problems, I know, but seriously…when did this happen?
I’m going with a girlfriend this evening to get a pedicure and you know what? I feel bad about it.
I have guilt over a freaking pedicure.
Do I deserve to pamper myself? Have I worked hard enough for it? I mean, really, in the grand scheme of things Andy works way harder than I do. He deserves some kind of relaxing something…and if he doesn’t do something fun, why should I?
Yes I know I should go.
And yes, I know that once I’m there I will enjoy it.
And yes, I know that after this glorious 75 minute spa pedicure my mind and my heart (and my feet) will thank me.
