My parents arrived yesterday and the first thing I did was go to get my hair done. I enjoyed reading all of next month's editions of the major magazines and drinking coffee while I had my hair coloured, washed, cut and blow dried. While having my hair washed, I had a massage! And I love the result. I coloured it black all over, cut it to shoulder length and also, I did something I've never done before, I cut a short side fringe. Loving it. Next on my list, manicure, pedicure and waxing.
The relationship between grandparent and grandchild is so amazing to see. It's unique and not like any other relationship. The missing generation (parent of the grandchild and child of the grandparent) doesn't have much use. I am just a regulatory control, I do the regulatory things. Drop off and collect from school, take to toilet, change nappy, wash hands, feed breakfast, change clothes, put to bed, dress, undress, brush teeth, comb hair, I'm the boring worker. Have so much work to do. Sorting the laundry. Making beds. A hundred errands. Post office, buy wrapping paper, sign up for pre-school.
So I prioritised my things to do to myself and got the hair done. Tick off the list. Next, the mani pedi, but never got round to it. I had to go with the husband to choose a shirt and cravat for my brother's engagement party. Hopefully I'll manage to fit them in somewhere. But it seems like so much of another errand this way, another thing to tick off the list of things to do...and yet this is supposed to be ''my time'', something which is just for me to give me pleasure. Instead it's like another ''To do'' item!
It's not fair!
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