Remember when I wrote this post and bitched about my husband?? I did and did not have a right to do so at the time.? Most of that post was written as an exaggeration of the truth.? Sure, the trusty husband did go golfing.? And yes, it was really nice that day and I was home alone with the boy.? And yes, he did tell me that I’d be home alone with the boy anyway if he was at work, but I left out an earlier part of the conversation.? Before the trusty husband left suggested that next weekend (which would be this weekend) Heather and I should do a spa day together.? After I wiped the shocked vacant stare off my face I asked, “really?”? Whereas most normal women would say, “ok!” and squeee.? I eventually did that.? Yep, I may have squeed a little.
However, I couldn’t tell any of you about it because it was supposed to be a surprise for Heather.? Her 30th birthday is next week.? No, the trusty husband did not pay for her too.? So it seemed as if I have this low life of a husband who would abandon me and go play golf.? On the contrary.? I have the best husband in the whole wide world.? He works his ass off so I can stay home, he suggested I have a day. without my child. at the spa. with my best friend.? He took the child to the zoo for the afternoon and took me and the boy out to our favorite restaurant for dinner.? I’d say he deserves a little golf now and again.
So how was the spa?? Um, can I move in there?? Seriously.? They can give me one of their big fluffy robes, feed me little goat cheese and salami sandwiches and paint my toenails every day.? They can massage me, and apply my makeup and I will be perfectly happy.? However, I could possibly do without the daily facial.
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t take good care of my skin.? I don’t moisturize and *gasp* I used soap on my face.? All natural soap, but soap nonetheless.? My face hasn’t seen an exfoliant in years, save the one time I bought some Oil of Olay stuff to scrub the old off my face.? The facial was nice, but upon closer inspection in the mirror upon returning home and cleaning off $30 worth of makeup (with soap)? I could see more and bigger blackheads.? I tried to tell the girl, who looked like she was in her early 40s despite only being 32, that whatever she put on my face would make it break out.? She assured me that wouldn’t happen.? Tell that to my newly formed zit colony.? She also did some kind of exfoliant scrub and then put a mask on.? Holy burn the top 5 layers off of my face Batman!? My face better feel as soft as my son’s ass after that.
In the end it was a perfect day.? It was the longest stretch of time I’ve spent without my child in the last 11 months.? 7 hours.? 7 glorious, relaxing, not having to say “please don’t harass the cats,” hours.? I almost didn’t know what to do with myself not having someone there telling me what I was doing as I was doing it.? I may or may not have forgotten to wipe.