Now that I have taken back the bathroom from the kidlets, I feel as though my sanctuary is once again my own. I try to keep it stocked with scented candles, my favorite Blissful Bath products, and wine. Well, I try to keep the kitchen area stocked with the wine. It looks weird in my bathroom. I have been diligently using the face mask/moisturizer/eye cream/etc samples that my loving cousin has been floating my way. I am finally getting relaxed, right? Wrong. I have been making steps in the right direction but the utter bliss and relaxation that comes from being truly pampered is still eluding me.
For Christmas, Hubby gave me a big, fatty gift certificate for a local spa. Guess what? It has been sitting on my dresser ever since. You would think it was jury duty and not a day of pampering. I am having a hard time pulling the trigger to schedule it. I don’t know if it is sheer laziness over making the appointment, indecisiveness over what I want to do that day or sadness that it might be the only day of pampering I have for awhile so I don’t want it to be over yet.
Ironically, my blog is about balance. Finding time to be me while still being mom. By having a hard time accomplishing the goal of getting myself to the spa for some pampering which is already paid for, it feels like I am failing in this endeavor. Sure, I can get the kids to the dentist or doctor, get paperwork to schools on time, even plan birthday parties, but I can’t make my own appointments accordingly. Just ask my poor stylist who sees me monthly but usually gets a call the week of, begging for some time to get in for a cut and color. Why is it so hard to put myself on the schedule? Why must it wait until the last minute?
So what happens next? I am taking the time to put myself on the schedule. I am going to pick up the brochure for the salon, figure out what I want and make the appointment. And I am not going to worry about anyone or anything else during my down time.
I wonder if they will let me sneak in wine…..