


its just not worth getting out of bed.
Seriously. I was scheduled to work today, but then things went topsy turvy and the day was cancelled. There were health crises, child dramas and writing excitement. The ups and downs had my head spinning and my stress levels flying sky-high.
So- whats a woman to do when she's stressed to the max? Pedicure, of course. My daughters and I went off with the promise of the relaxing pleasure of soaking our tootsies and the visual delight of purty painted toes.
Except it didn't turn out that way.
The nail salon was packed, although they took us right in, my toes soaked for over a half hour before the pampering began. And you youngest daughter (not getting a pedicure but supposed to be reading like an angel with the promise of Ice-Cream-To-Come) was a PITA -which honestly, is unusual. She's a good kid, very funny, very self-entertained. I think my stress had transferred to her. The whole experience just slid down hill to the point that the knots in my shoulders had new knots by the time we were done.
Finally, gorgeous deep-purple toes with a sweet white flower, later, and we leave. Getting into the car, I get a call on my cell with a health emergency of a dear friend. And my daughter steps on my toe.
Bless the oldest daughter - she got home, found a matching color polish, and fixed it so you couldn't even tell.
Tonight, I slammed my foot into the desk, and chipped it again.
Every figure some things just weren't meant to be??? 