Pedis, sushi, and martinis - oh my!

This weekend, Summer helped me celebrate my birthday. Again. What I really wanted from Doug was a pedicure. I've been trying to arrange a pedi/sushi playdate for weeks now. It just so happened that Summer and I were able to convince our better halves to take our little ones for a couple of hours so that we could have some mommy time and it just so happened to be one week after the big three-oh. Perfect timing.

One would think I would take care of mommy time during Mother's Day Out (MDO). Haha. Hoho. Heehee. . . MDO isn't about mommy AT ALL. MDO is about Daniel learning to be with other kids and about mommy cleaning houses to earn enough money to make sure Daniel is able to learn to be with other kids. Point being, mommy time? It's never been this glamorous. In fact, the last mommy time I had was in May. Doug "watched" Daniel so I could go for my Mother's Day pedi. By "watched," I mean he read a book at the beach house while Daniel napped. The entire time I was gone. What a crock. All of this to illustrate just how precious (and rare) mommy time really is.

Our men - God bless them - took our boys to the zoo. Not only did that account for 4 hours of mommy time, it also provided a 3-hour nap. And because they were on a man-date themselves (insert polite laughter here), Summer and I were actually able to relax, take our time, and not maniacally rush to get back home to our respective children.

My, she was my pedicurist, was niiiiice. Not because My did a better job than other pedicurists I've had, but because she had ADD. She got stuck watching some Lifetime movie during the massage part of my pedi. Talk about perfect timing. My brought me a glass of chilled red wine, didn't bother me at all, and didn't spend half of my pedicure jabbering to her fellow pedicurists in a language I don't understand. I think I'll ask for My next time, provided Lifetime is showing something worth watching.

After our oh-so-relaxing pedis, Summer and I sauntered down to Masa Sushi. I use saunter literally. We were pretty relaxed. Summer - God bless her - bought me a Blue Lilac martini for my birthday. Word. And yum. If I ever make it back to Masa Sushi, thank you sir - I'll have another. After an hour plus of sipping martinis, eating sushi, and talking about nothing important at all, our men called en route with sleeping babies.

If my day sounds delightful, it was. If it sounds like the rest of my life pales in comparison, it doesn't. Days like this, though they may be very few and very far between (if ever repeated), make me a better mother, wife, and daughter. They force me to slow down, relax (not one of my strong suits), and focus on enjoying the finer points of life. They remind me just how much I cherish every moment with Daniel, especially the moments when he winds up with cheesy scrambled eggs stuck to the bottom of his foot, dragging himself around the kitchen, trying desperately to find a position that will allow him to feed the dog the eggs and the cheese. Days like this are something to look forward to and something to look back on, but certainly nothing to live for. Cheesy eggs and bare feet? That's something worth remembering.