last night, after an indulgent haircut at the local salon (what bliss to pay $30 for a head/arm massage, facial, and cut. ooooo.), i didn’t go home.
my phone must have still been sitting on the kitchen table, so i dug out two quarters from the mess of graham crackers and diapers in my purse and used a payphone. “hi, honey.” i said. “i’m not coming home.” [i didn't feel like pulling an entire nora helmer; there is, after all, another baby on the way.]
and then i was alone in the perfect night looking beautifully styled, hoping the well-ironed locks masked the flour/applesauce mixture henry had smeared on my shirt just before i walked out the door.
i window shopped. i oohed and awed over anything i wanted to in janie and jack. i touched all the pretty china in crate and barrel. i took myself to joseph beth and sat in the bistro eating a baked brie covered in caramel and almonds while i read.
i didn’t think about kids. or dental school. or residencies. or dirty dishes. i thought about my own piles of aspirations.
it was nice to be with myself again.
Ahhh. I feel wistful just reading about such a night.
Sounds lovely! I love a few hours of indulgence!
Ohhh, and you so deserved it.
amen
Sounds heavenly. Where are you “not” thinking of going for residency?
i wish i could have been there too. it was good to talk to you today and yesterday or was that two days ago. how is the cute? i need one of those.
what a coincidence, i just blogged about getting out of the house today for a haircut and how it was the most relaxing/heavenly/quiet/did i mention relaxing? thing i’ve done in the longest time. it doesn’t take much to spoil a mom, does it?
I keep trying to plan a day way for myself too, I think we’re almost adjust to our new schedule that I might be able to do it, but maybe I”ll just take your approach and call and say: “I’m not coming home” - not to mention I really need a haircut!