  Heaven in a tub of warm water! I had my first one on Tuesday and I can tell already that I will be an addict. I figure of all the things you could become addicted having someone else scrape your cuticles is the least likely to kill you, right? I didn’t even get the “full meal deal” I just got the mini pedi and it was something I could really love, I’m almost afraid of trying the “SPA” pedi. Mine included a soak in the tub, nail filing, a mini massage, cuticle maintenance, and painting.
My toes are a glorious sparkly red, with absolutely zero flaws! There is no way I could have ever achieved this level of perfection on my own, and to boot it was a treat from my mother in law! I could have kissed her! I am so lucky to have such a great lady as my husband’s mom! Not just because she pays for my cuticle maintenance either! I think I’ll try a manicure and “SPA” pedicure next time. I would love to have some good lookin nails!
Mine are all pretty even but my cuticles are a mess, and they don’t shine at all. Nothing more attractive than a nicely manicured hand, in my humble opinion anyway. On a completely different note… M is on vacation this week and is getting a lot done around the house, but Max is still not in full time day care so M is keeping him on Tuesday and Thursday this week. Obviously we wouldn’t arrange another sitter to come in while M is home, that would be silly. I hate that Max is even going to day care Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but in order for M to get a lot done it’s really the only way.
So Tuesday was the first day of full time daddy care while mommy is working. Interesting day I think. They went shopping at “The Evil Empire” otherwise known as Walmart. Super Walmart none-the-less. Max did really great I guess until the very end when M walked through the produce department. Funny kid that I have LOVES him some apples!
So when he sees them in the produce dept. he doesn’t understand that he can’t eat them until we pay. He goes NUTTY for them apples. Today was no exception. The nuttiness ensued and poor M was on his own. I got the full break down later. I have to admit it made me laugh a little, a guilty little knowing laugh, but a laugh it was! Then I came home from my luxurious new addiction and looked around the house. The house which M had spent Monday cleaning. On Monday I came home from work and it was gorgeous! Tuesday I came home and, well…gorgeous it was not.
I had another evil moment that included an “I told you so” moment(which Megan swears I am an "I told you so" kind of person, I guess she was right!). I went in to the kitchen to fix myself some dinner (sandwich night because of the pedicure appt. ) and I noticed two major things. One being Max’s leftover lunch plate and two being his leftover dinner plate. Both paper, both with leftover food on them and a plastic fork and both just sitting on the counter. Now to me this is not a big deal. To me this is just something to pick up and toss into the trash. BUT (the proverbial big but), while I was staying home with Max over the past year this exact thing was a HUGE issue for M. If I left Max’s plate on the counter I would get a dissertation on how lazy it was to leave said plate out and not take the one step required to throw it away. Well upon seeing not one plate but 2 I couldn’t hold my tongue. I had to say something. Obviously not my most mature moment, and probably not as well received as I had expected, but I wanted him to know that it may only require a step but sometimes when you are chasing your child around and keeping them safe that that one step may as well be a mile. I think he gets it now. 
