I used my birthday present from the kids today...a 90 minute massage at Juut. I'm as loose as a goose. I'm starting a "Mom's Massage Fund" jar. I absolutely love massages but am in need of some relaxation for my mind as well. Here's how a typical massage goes for me after I get all situated and the masseuse starts her work:
My mind goes 100 mph:
Ahhh, I could get used to this. Where do I put my arms so they don't fall asleep? I wonder what music is playing. What kind of oil or lotion is she using? I wonder if Evan and the kids made it to the zoo okay. I wonder if the sloth is out today. What should I marinate the steaks in? I wonder if Cole had a dirty diaper for Evan to change. Where can I get rye buns like Snuffy's? I wonder when Alex and Izzy will just get over themselves and hook up again. How many apples do I need for a big huge pot of sauce? What will Avrie be for Halloween? Who will have Marlon's funeral? Ooooh, owch. I wonder where she went to massage school? If I ever buy Evan a massage certificate the masseuse will have to be male...or gay. Definitely. My hair is getting nasty greasy from the massage oil. I need a new hairdo. I'm turing into frumpy mom. Wait, so already there. I hope we get Cole's birth certificate in time for the trip. I hope my summer clothes fit by then. Maybe she's massaging away all my cellulite.
And on and on for 90 minutes. 100 mph. Getting a sense of what prayer is like for me?!?!
But, in the end I still wanted to throw her all my money, "here. Take it. Really. Who needs to eat? Just keep rubbing!" "Could you maybe just talk to me so I don't have to do the whole hamster wheel in my head thing?"