This is the year my kids finally are in school all day.  This is the year I allegedly get to relax, and take some time for myself.  The problem is I just am not good at relaxing, and I have an aversion to spas.

My problem with Spas seems to be two-fold, my inability to relax, and to schedule in time to have someone else paint my nails, wax my blond eyebrows, or worse rub my back.    I am in awe of other obviously busy women who have nice looking nails because I wonder if they sit there fretting about all the other stuff they could be doing right at that moment?  Do most people find taking a little time to get pampered relaxing? 

The other issue is, I am really lazy when it comes to myself.  Sure there are many things that I could and should change, but I don’t tend to loose any sleep over it.  I did have an interesting experience of attempting to work out with a personal trainer.  I should have known we were doomed when she spent most of the first session talking about how much the L.A.M.B. shirt she was wearing cost, and that I laughed more than sweated through most of the Pilates routine.  We gave it a few good weeks, with me seeing almost no results because I kept eating and her growing more and more frustrated at my apathy and over-sized work out shirts.  Finally, I went to her home studio to work out on her Pilate’s equipment; which if you have never seen looks a little racy.  So there I was with my legs in stirrups, and suddenly I had the feeling that other things had happened on the Pilates equipment, and in that moment I had a visual, and after that it was all over for me!!  I heard later that my trainer talked about me at a party about how I was a bad breather because I talked all the way through my sessions, which I thought was funny, but it was clear that we had to break up.

Shortly there after I was reading a magazine dedicated to beauty and relaxation and there was an advice column from women who sincerely took the time to pamper and take care themselves.  I realized if anyone were to ever ask me, that I would have no advice except that if you have blond eye-lashes that you ought to wear mascara because you don’t want to scare people away, and last that nothing says mid life crisis quite like getting a tramp stamp after the age of 30.  Because what young, cute, and innocent 15 year old is going to want to see that on your wrinkly butt when she goes to the day spa with her mom?