Mini Spa…..

I took Hanna, Ellie and car-seat/stroller baby to the “spa” to have their first manis and pedis. They were quite excited about being pampered, selecting outrageous colours to paint on their fingers and toes and crossing their barely dry digits that I would let them also have a flower or some other decal stuck on top of the outlandish coloured nails to fully capture the circus clown look.

They shyly walked into the one room row of massage chairs and waited quietly to be told where to go and what to do.

Everyone asked whose birthday we were celebrating and the girls pointed to me. I too found it odd that the two girls who were not celebrating anything other than being my offspring were the ones being pampered and I was the one watching my toe-nail fungus turn slightly darker yellow while force feeding the baby rice crackers and sweet potato puffs on the sidelines to keep her quiet during their princess-for-a-day party.

Hanna removed her crocs to expose some teeny tiny picked at nails with a dirt outline from her rubber shoes. Re-thinking the $12 price tag, her artist glanced at me and then the pricing chart, words need not be spoken, he had his work cut out for him.

Ellie leaned over to me and whispered, “When do they put the cucumbers on my eyes?” Presumably, she has seen a magazine ad or t.v. show depicting a robed woman with her hair in a white terry-cloth turban, mud mask and cucumbers over her eyes. What I wouldn’t give to have our groceries still in the van, I would slice up a few pieces and put them on her myself.

Several people (yet again) asked if it was Hanna’s natural hair colour? I still can’t fathom the idea of anyone colouring a child’s hair but it must happen if people are still asking.

I’ve been ridiculed by many for having chosen such a questionable retreat for the girls. My reasons for taking the kids to the “spa” were sound.

1)      Their nails were dirty and someone else cleaning them is better than me cleaning them

2)      Their nails were short and I thought this might prevent them from wanting to bite them in an effort to salvage the fluorescent yellow flower painted over a sea of glittery blue

3)      I don’t have the patience or dexterity to paint them with my own sausage fingers

4)      Their cousins had their nails painted for their uncles wedding and my kids did not—making up for a major strike against Mommy

5)      I had no intentions of taking them for glamour shots or having them fitted for tiaras and pageant sashes following the visit, just nails followed by digging for worms and slinging mud-pies

6)      It was my birthday and I think I’m allowed to do whatever I want on my birthday

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