Could we start right here and agree that cohesiveness is not always important in a blog post?
In my defense, we had our 3 year old granddaughter here since Tuesday.
We were forced out of our comfort zone for most of the week which is difficult for me. My work days are not fulfilling.
By not fulfilling, I mean I live with this prickly box of writhing panic that reminds me that my life is ticking by and that I’m not doing it right.
My weeknights are like a teeny anchors of routine. I walk outside or on my treadmill and get all sweaty. I eat something light. Except those days when it’s not light or we go for Mexican. I shower and I get in bed with Randy and we binge watch a series.
Then the granddaughter comes to visit and I’m pretty sure The Wire, The Sopranos, or Deadwood isn’t appropriate. I had to give up my nightly routine.
What I found was, while it was difficult, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.
I mean, I did have my granddaughter’s unbearable cuteness and her amazing cuddles to ease the pain. They left this afternoon and I already miss her face.
I’m tired and Randy and I are squeezing in an abridged version of the nightly routine and I am feeling cozy about our visit.
One of the highlights was our pedicure day. Baby girl and I had lunch and a pedicure together. I let her pick the colors and she said she wanted to get purple on her toes and she wanted me to get kerpoise because kerpoise is her mommy’s favorite color. Turquoise it is. The pedicure I’m not sure which Asian language the technician’s were speaking, but I couldn’t help but understand some of the things they were saying. I love pedicures. I kind of need them. I have terrible skin on my heels, well terrible for a human. Perfect on an elephant. The technician started up the massage chair and took a look at my feet.
“Oh, very dry skin”.
I didn’t want to start explaining myself, I shouldn’t have to explain myself. But I did anyway.
“I know, they’re terrible”.
“I had to get a prescription once”.
She smiled and nodded and started talking to the woman next to her who was giving my granddaughter her pedicure. I don’t know what they said, but my technician pointed at my feet and said something and then they both cracked up.
Maybe it wasn’t my elephant heels. It could have been that she just told a really funny joke.
It wasn’t hard for her to talk me into the add-on for extra heel work.
When she started with the cheese grater thing, there was a new burst of conversation and laughter. I like to look at this as brightening their day. And in their defense, my flesh was flying off in chunks. I am actually shorter after getting that pedicure.
Baby girl’s mom and dad arrived on Friday and we all spent the weekend together. I love little sister, my stepdaughter, like frozen crazy but I can’t seem to not give her a hard time. It’s entertaining. I always feel guilty afterward.
That’s a lie. I don’t feel guilty.
Here’s a sample conversation. I don’t remember why I suggested putting a baby in a liquor box, but I did. It was a gift box, the packaging for a fifth of tequila and two shot glasses that empty box sat on my dining room table for days.
Little sister: Really, Shell? Did you really suggest putting a baby in a tequila box?
Me: Well, you’d have to cut it up first, it would never fit in the box still baby shaped.
Little sister: What is wrong with you?
It was a lovely visit and I so much don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. On the plus side, only a three day week and I have five days off. Looking forward to heading back to the mountains and painting old appliances again.