Makeover & Massage

I had the most fantastic makeover and massage today...thanks to my best girl.  She's 5, and she's pretty awesome.  Not only did I get a hairstyle, but I got a forehead massage with Winter Apple from Bath & Body Works, and a FULL makeover of my face while we were waiting for the foundation guy to come.

Bless him, he didn't even say a word about my gooey fuchsia lips, except, "I get it.  I have two boys." which only made me hesitate ever so slightly.  I also got to watch Barbie movies on the iPad while she worked, and when I gave her free reign to pick my colors, she said she would pick them based on my outfit.

I simply HAD to return the favor.  As I was brushing her hair, and spraying it liberally with "deodorant" (aka Dove leave-in conditioner, I think), she explained that she had a date night with her hubs that night.  They were headed into D.C. to eat dinner and catch a movie, and would I mind babysitting her 4 children?  I agreed, and told her, since she was having a date night and all, that I absolutely had to curl her hair.  Her eyes lit up, and she raced for the curling iron!

She put on a gold dress, and I curled her hair and put a sparkly clip in it.  Then she took off for her date night, after reminding me that her phone number was, "214972."  She called to check in several times, and sent her husband home once to help me quiet a crying baby...she just insisted.  She also told me NOT to do the dishes.  It was so fun!  Meanwhile, her A.DOR.A.BLE. little brother was playing cars and asking me to read the names off the backs of the packages.  Apparently, it's his latest obsession.  He was as happy as anyone...just like always.

Those two...they do my heart good.  And my heart needed some good after a super late night with my own kids and a completely dramatic morning.  I love that they're both playing sports.  I do NOT love the late nights on Mondays and Wednesdays.  I do NOT love the early mornings on Tuesdays & Thursdays...and Saturdays, truth be told.  I'm blessed with children who sleep in.  This "be at the field at 8:30" thing does not work for me.

But, they love it, and that's all that matters.

In other exciting news, I was playing catch with B earlier, and I told him to throw me the ball.  Then I looked at my watch because N wanted to go to a friend's house and I wanted to see what time it was.  B had already thrown the ball, and it hit my arm.  On my watch band.  Which is metal.  I felt it reverberate through my bone, and watched as my arm became pink, then red, then purple at an alarming rate.  He was beside himself because he thought he was in trouble.  Our rule is "Never throw a ball to someone unless they're ready."  And it wasn't his fault.  I told him I was ready.  But then...I wasn't. 

So I'll be sporting a fantastic bruise on my left wrist area tomorrow for another job interview.

Do I know how to make a splash or what?!

Aubs