Ok...remember those days with an infant (or I suppose anytime as a mom) when you feel like you never get to do anything for yourself. Well, I am in the middle of those and thought...maybe tonight I would pamper myself. You see for Christmas John blessed me with gift certificates to 4 different places. One of which was from Bath and Body Works. So shortly after the evening when John and I were cuddling and he gently mentioned that I might want to moisturize my feet, I figured I might need to invest in some creams and lotions. Its not that I don't have any...it's just that there aren't any thick and creamy enough to soothe my poor feet.
Tonight was actually only the second time I have taken a bath since Nathaniel was born. He has been a marathon nurser in the evenings so I just feel blessed to hop in the shower when I get the chance in the evenings. This past week or so he has actually given me about an hour between his too evening feedings ...So I thought...I should break out the spa foot treatment in a box I got with my gift certificate. "shea it isn't so" shea butter foot cream and "toe the line" smoothing foot scrub with walnut shell powder along with a little motorized pumice stone with various attachments. Nathaniel cooed and smiled on the changing table while I soaked in the tub and then babied my feet. I was feeling so relaxed and smelled like I had actually been at at spa. So I decided that I would bathe my spit-up encrusted baby...not quite that bad...but you remember that smell. After we were all smelling so good...me of Eucalyptus Extract and him of Johnson and Johnson's cucumber melon baby bath, I figured the only thing that could make this night better was a pot of hot tea. So as I was filling the pot with water and the baby spit up all down my shirt.
UGH! But it was only on my shirt and after digging another one out of the clean clothes pile that has taken over my couch and avoiding a dangerous avalanche...
I am about to nestle in to the recliner with my creamed up feet and a cup of tea and nurse my baby to sleep.
Nigh, Night.
Babies seem to know when you're all cleaned up, don't they? I think we should wear decoy clothes- clothes over top of our "Real" clothes that will make them think we are dressed for the day, church, etc.... Then when they spit up or poop or spill on them, we can take off the decoy layer and then we're ready to go!
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoyed the pampering :)
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ReplyDeletesounds like a nice evening! I miss those sweet little baby days, even though I do remember how much work they were!
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