“Get the damn pedicure” my husband says to me.
If you are wondering why he sounds frustrated and exasperated with me, it’s because I put myself on this absurdly extended guilt trip anytime I have the urge to indulge myself in even the slightest bit of self-care.
“I shouldn’t spend the money,” I say to myself.
“That’s an hour and half wasted when I should be getting other stuff done,” I think to myself.
“My toes don’t look all that bad,” I rationalize.
But in reality, they do. My feet look gross. And it’s not because I’m lazy or don’t give a hoot about them, but rather it’s due to being on my feet all darn day chasing toddlers, running back and forth to the kitchen for “more milk please,” and stubbing my toes on the numerous toys that line our floors. Okay…and I don’t really give too much of a hoot about my toes; I focus on my kids and my work, and occasionally (less often than I should for sure) my marriage. Oops…
It’s not a new notion that busy women and mothers find it hard to slow down and adopt a more peaceful pace at times. But some self-indulgence, especially when it comes to matters of our self-care and overall mental state, is a definite necessity. Do you see how ridiculous I sound calling a measly quick pedicure a self-indulgence? UGH! What has motherhood done to me?
I’m not gonna say anymore on this, I’m just gonna say “Get the damn pedicure!”