Parenting and family, served with a shot of vodka
Man, it’s been a rough couple of months in the self-esteem department.
In November, I endured the saga of the broken nose. December was already super crazy, and for fun this year, we threw a long-lasting virus and croup in the mix. Seriously, who doesn’t love to have 50 percent of their household sick for 10 days over the holidays? Such a rockin’ good time.
But everyone is now well, Sweet Pea just started two days a week of preschool, and I’m getting back on track in the self-care department. It’s amazing how much you can neglect yourself because you simply don’t have the time.
The Superhero and I made a huge pot of fresh vegetable soup to detox from all the holiday goodies (and red wine, in my case) that hosted parties in our tummies for much of December.
Tuesday, I went to the gym — something I need to get back in the habit of doing. While losing some poundage would be great, better overall health is my main goal. Getting old is no joke.
Feeling good is important, too. So, Thursday, while Sweet Pea was in preschool, I had a manicure and pedicure with a sweet, fun friend, who I haven’t spent time with forever. Her kids were in school, too. It was so lovely to catch up and have adult time, with the added benefit of ridding myself of the Fred Flintstone feet winter had wrought.
Wednesday, I got my eyebrows threaded. I hadn’t done this since the end of October, not because it’s time consuming, but because for a long time, I couldn’t stomach anyone making rapid motions in close proximity to my healing nose.
Sadly, I wound up like this:
However, since I hadn’t had a chance to get my bangs trimmed either, I was the only one who knew about my eyebrow situation, because my hair looks like this:
The hair overhaul is set for next Wednesday, and then project De-Troll-ify will be complete. It’s so rare to have my eyebrows, nails and hair done in such close proximity, I think I’m gonna feel like a million bucks next week.
Hell, even if I only feel like a hundred bucks, it sure beats the disheveled, feverish, coughing ragamuffin I’ve been for the past three weeks.
Then, it’s back to the exercise program. And trying to get more sleep, too. If I don’t take care of this old body (and mind and spirit), who will?