I got an awesome email the other day from Care.com, a quiz entitled, “Do you Need a Housekeeper?” Well, I don’t need a quiz to tell me I do, and I don’t need a banker to tell me I can’t afford it, and I don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows… because I have Bob Dylan.
But anyway, it’s all “the blanket,” (am I the only one who loves “I heart Huckbees” ?) so it all comes together and means something important.
Around November I wrote a blog post about how much my life sucked, and how my shitty ass car had broken down at a major intersection and had to be pushed to the nearest place, which happened to be the entry way to the swakiest spa in town and I waited an eternity for the tow truck while all these snooty spa ladies looked down on me.
Thursday night I drove into the parking lot of that spa, walked inside, and got a manicure. It wasn’t meant to be symbolic, not really. I had a business meeting Friday afternoon and wanted my nails to look reasonable, and after calling around, the spa was the only place with an opening Friday, so I had the first manicure I’ve had since my wedding. I doubt anyone at the meeting noticed, but I felt better about myself, and that counts for something.
I feel like I’ve come full circle. The SUV is finally in the shop (though its been there over 2 wks, which thoroughly terrifies me), I have a new wardrobe of business-y clothes and I go to work most days. Things have changed. I have a new job I love, that’s in my field, that makes me excited and confident and able to afford the occasional manicure and babysitter. And it’s becoming such a big part of my life, I now have to extricate myself from my other job, which is tricky, and I feel bad for leaving, but I feel good about feeling wanted, and about not giving up when things were terrible.
And now the house is sold (at a huge loss, but at least it’s gone) and hopefully, with a lot of work, we can buy another. I feel like I have come full circle. There is a lot of work to do, there are many things still to be settled, there is much trauma from the 5000k + miles move still to overcome, but for the first time, I feel like we can have the life, the opportunities, the contentment we hoped we could.
And honestly, I enjoy my children so much more now that I’m working 32 hours + a week. I feel a bit guilty writing it, but it’s true.