About every two months, Tom takes the kids for the day, and I go to the Big City to do a little self-care.
Usually I make time to see a friend or two, but today was packed from start to finish. Ever since the braces went on, I’ve declared 2008 the Year of Maintenance. It’s obviously not going to be about glamour, so I might as well check some things off my list. By 2009? Watch out. I’m gonna be hott.
In the last few months I made my way to the ophthalmologist, which is kind of like returning to the church after a long absence. You have to confess your indiscretions, like wearing two-week disposables for months on end and wearing glasses that sit at a 45 degree angle on my face. So eye care? Check.
I started the day with a haircut, which diverted from my typical bob and moved into what I’m calling my Joan Jett phase. I feel a bit like I’m part of an 80s hair band, but I think I’m digging it.
Then off to my primary care physician, who I hadn’t seen for a check-up since, well, a long time. I did little things like get a mole removed, request a referral for that full-body dermatology check-up, and whole bunch of other little crap I’d been putting off for ages. I left rather wide-eyed young doctor in my wake, but with plenty of stuff checked off my list.