It’s Wednesday and I can feel the sickness creeping up on me. As you know, our household is currently on a 4 month long course on illness. We are all trading off. There is always at least one of us not feeling our best. It was The Daddy’s turn a few weeks ago (tonsilitis), V’s turn last week (fever, vomiting and full-on body rash). And now Mumma… 100 degree fever, cough, sore throat, all in its infancy.
That combined with the stress of my Mother’s upcoming visit (11 days and counting, must paint more rooms), the increasing busyness of my job, my determination to fit either Spin class or weight-lifting in 3 times a week. Plus, full-time mother and wife-hood… ahh!
So today, on my way home from work I confided in M on the phone…
“Honey, I think I am getting sick… I’m not going to the gym tonight”.
“Well, I think you need to relax tonight. I’ll make dinner and I WANT you to take a bath…”
“Well, I don’t know… I’ll think about it”.
And I did. 40 minutes in the tub is a huge chunk of my evening. Can I justify it? Well, the more I thought about it, the more I did. I put V to bed, filled the tub and indulged myself.
It was extremely peaceful.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, it did.
I shaved my legs.
Now this is a monumental event. Especially since I haven’t in so long that M has started to make daily jokes about the razor blade slashes on his legs every morning.
Heres my thinking:
My shower is not conducive to shaving. It’s Winter (ish). I wear a lot of pants. I’m too busy. I hit the alarm too many times in the morning. And thats how 3 months pass.
20 minutes later, they were mostly shaven. You really know it’s been too long when you have to use 2 blades. And that 2nd blade was the last one left. And so I couldn’t really finish. If you don’t look too closely (M, don’t look!), doesn’t look that bad!!
Next week? A reshave and possibly even painting my toes too.
I hope you all enjoyed the awesome highlight of my week…