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Jan. 31st, 2007 02:48 pmSomewhere along the line I started enjoying things I couldn't have cared less about in the past. This afternoon found me spending 20 blissful minutes in the bathroom soaking my feet in warm water, scrubbing them down, and shaving my legs (yes, people with toddlers, rejoice - once you have school aged kids, you can spend 20 minutes in the bathroom with the door closed. As long as none of your toddlers are Isaac a year ago :p). Then I spent the next half hour putting lotion on my feet and legs, painting my toenails and sitting around in a mud mask they all found fascinating. I just decided somewhere around noon that if I was going to have no motivation to do anything useful, I might as well make the most of it.
I know it's exceedingly normal and obvious that women like stuff like foot scrubs and face masks and nail polish, but, well, I never really related to any of that. I still think all of you are a bit over the top, with your Lush and bpal obsessions. I suppose I could be eating my words in another 5 or 10 years, though.
Other evidence I am gradually metamorphosing:
-I own and use moisturizer. I started using lotion on my face about 2 years ago and quit breaking out for the first time in my life, and I've always hated having any kind of tan; then it dawned on me. They make this stuff specifically for your face, with SPF built in.
-I carry a purse everywhere I go - only 6 months into this habit, I no longer understand how I survived without one by my side.
-...And it has one of those huge fold out wallets in it. Given to me as a joke, I now find it indespensible.
Baby steps perhaps, but (though it was only because of a gift certificate from my mother) I have nevertheless had a facial at a spa. That was (gulp) VERY nice.
In other news, I have a birth update to post sometime, but aside from that...I've begun to imagine myself NOT PREGNANT again one day, and even - dareIsay - had the thought that there COULD theoretically come a time in my life when I was not pregnant...OR nursing O_o I wish I could have a sudden return to that level of energy. As things really happen, it will probably be more like going from sick to well again...a gradual progression that makes it easy to continue taking wellness for granted. I always think how awesome it would be, if you could just SNAP from feeling miserably sick to totally healthy again, like how your ears pop back open and it just rocks.
I know it's exceedingly normal and obvious that women like stuff like foot scrubs and face masks and nail polish, but, well, I never really related to any of that. I still think all of you are a bit over the top, with your Lush and bpal obsessions. I suppose I could be eating my words in another 5 or 10 years, though.
Other evidence I am gradually metamorphosing:
-I own and use moisturizer. I started using lotion on my face about 2 years ago and quit breaking out for the first time in my life, and I've always hated having any kind of tan; then it dawned on me. They make this stuff specifically for your face, with SPF built in.
-I carry a purse everywhere I go - only 6 months into this habit, I no longer understand how I survived without one by my side.
-...And it has one of those huge fold out wallets in it. Given to me as a joke, I now find it indespensible.
Baby steps perhaps, but (though it was only because of a gift certificate from my mother) I have nevertheless had a facial at a spa. That was (gulp) VERY nice.
In other news, I have a birth update to post sometime, but aside from that...I've begun to imagine myself NOT PREGNANT again one day, and even - dareIsay - had the thought that there COULD theoretically come a time in my life when I was not pregnant...OR nursing O_o I wish I could have a sudden return to that level of energy. As things really happen, it will probably be more like going from sick to well again...a gradual progression that makes it easy to continue taking wellness for granted. I always think how awesome it would be, if you could just SNAP from feeling miserably sick to totally healthy again, like how your ears pop back open and it just rocks.