I'm having a bit of a trophy wife day.
I got my hair cut. The complementary scalp and hand massages were divine. The hair cut was great. I feel like a million bucks.
Then I went straight to my massage appointment. It was divine. I was so relaxed I had to struggle to not drool. She didn't quite fix my back. But she loosened up my shoulder enough that I can stretch it out without crying. Sounds like I need another session soon. When I left, I felt like a million bucks.
Later, we went to the gym. I've never gone in the evening, but they had babysitting tonight and I felt the need for some cardio. So I spent an hour with some good cable and got my heart rate going. Then stretched. I felt like a million bucks.
Jealous? Don't be. There were plenty of tantrums, time outs, squabbles, painting of inappropriate furniture, and general shenanigans to undo it all. But it was nice while it lasted. And besides, living in a city like Boston, we're not likely to save up a million bucks, I'll just have to occasionally FEEL like it.
Thanks again to Grandpa for holding down the fort so I could get it all done. And for vacuuming my car. Ok, now I'm sure you're jealous now...