Pediatric Pedicures

Let me first begin by saying that I am not a woman of luxury who gets regular pedicures. I enjoy them, but they are not in the budget of a stay at home mother in a household of one income.

It all began with a trip to the lake, which, this time of year is more of a stagnant stream in a muddy basin. I took the girls for a family visit where we found ourselves sploshing through dark, dense mud and swimming in shallow water swirling with darkened silt and more mud. Upon our return, I took a scrub brush to my black toe nails. I showered regularly, I waited for my corroded, black nails to disappear.

The stain remained.

The day of our departure to San Diego, I stared at my disgusting toe nails. This would not do. A pedicure was in order. An emergency pedicure.

I devised a plan to take my active 2 year old to the salon while Shelby was away at school. The morning flew by and before I knew it I had acquired the chaos of both girls, it was afternoon, and my toes were looking blacker than ever.

I was desperate. I dragged both girls to lunch and then, armed with cookies, books and surprise toys, walked into the nail salon with the desperate determination.
One hour later, we emerged with sparkling pink toes. The girls toes were even adorned with teensy white daisies. Pleased with my success, I contemplated admitting this completely inappropriate outing to my husband. What sort of spoiled brats were we raising? Toddlers in a nail salon? REALLY!?
And before I could come to a decision, Honesty vs Amnesty, the decision was made for me when Shelby grinned from the back seat, her hot pink toes pointed straight in the air, and announced, "Mommy, I think we should do this a lot more!"

1 comment:

JO said...

Awesome! I could see Shelby enjoying that immensely.