Mommy needs a pedicure. Every time I slip off my socks, I notice the chipped polish. Then I see the cracked heels. It’s a reminder that I need to take care of myself. However, going to the nail salon is at the very bottom of my list of priorities.
I am lucky if I’m successful at grooming my kids’ nails each week. And let me tell you, when I finally get to the job, it’s no picnic. It’s like wrestling a couple of alligators. I usually come out with a few bruises and scratches. After that, the last thing on my mind is painting my own toes.
I need someone to take care of me for once. I need to be pampered.
I used to feel bad. Leaving my kids to do something for myself ignites the mom guilt fire in my loins. Since becoming a mother, going to the nail salon has always felt like a selfish luxury. But when I stop and think about it, there are so many “luxuries” we give up when we become mothers. An afternoon catnap? Those days are long gone. A trip to Sephora to replenish my makeup supply? I’m lucky if I can sneak a new lipgloss into my Target cart, between the Pull-Ups and Annie’s Bunny Grahams.
The truth is, the little things that used to be parts of my normal routine, I now consider luxuries. But why? Why can’t I still enjoy life’s simple pleasures, like getting the occasional pedicure? I’ve never deserved a little self care more than I do now. I’m tired. I put everyone else first. It’s time I do something for myself. Mommy needs a pedicure. And guess what? Mommy’s treating herself to a damn pedicure!
And while I’m at it, I’m getting a manicure, too.