E and I had a perfectly ugly blow out last night.
So--today I am a fugitive. I woke up this morning with an emotional hangover of epic proportions. Then, called around looking for a massage with no success. E felt bad for me and made a few more calls--ultimately finding an opening at the new massage school in town.
The massage was so good--but so exhausting. The girl was a complete angel as I bawled my way through most of it. Apparently, the muscles in my shoulders are basically petrified. She did something called "stripping" the muscles that didn't necessarily hurt, but that made me bawl and bawl and bawl some more. As I said, the therapist was a complete angel and went over our scheduled time by 45 minutes because I had SO MUCH work to be done, and because we kept having to stop for me to mop my nose and regain enough composure to continue.
After the massage, I took myself out to lunch, and as I still don't want to go home, I'm typing this entry from "The Grind," CC's local coffee house/New Age-y Christian church.
Now--I guess I'll go wander around Walmart for a while, to put off the inevitable. Going home. Sigh.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Lately Soph is the snuggliest little thing. I just get hugs and kisses all day.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Here is a brief list of things NEVER to buy your friend's or family's kids for Christmas. (Unless you hate them.) Dealing with these things is the worst thing today.
1. Play make-up. I mean, it's REAL, and makes a REAL mess, but is designed for little girls to play with. By play, I mean cover their faces, bodies, clothing, and bedspreads with.
2. Musical instruments of any kind.
3. Polly Pocket Beading Machine. (OK--I bought this one. But it SUCKS! Millions and millions of little beads. Everywhere.)
4. Silly putty. (DUH!)
4. Finger paint (Double DUH!)