Just to make this blog post even more fucking ironic, just as I was going to post it my blog broke the fuck down. Meaning I couldn’t hit publish on the day it was relevant. Because OF COURSE. But it doesn’t even matter because I am completely ahead of The Universe because it is now the 4th of March and I have a (albeit tiny) donut and I am going to read a book for a few hours and that makes me up to SIX already which will totes make sense to you when you get to the end of this post.
A few years ago I decided to introduce the 12 Days Of Kelley – 12 days of doing something nice for myself in the lead up to my birthday on the 12th of March – after getting literally yelled at for not organising my own birthday celebration.
I shit you not. What the fuck ever, shit is in the past.
Last year my birthday was hell on wheels as Karl was making his presence known in all sorts of ways so I just put it on hold and kinda forgot about it.
Kinda like I want to do with the entirety of 2015 actually.
So this year I have decided to reintroduce the 12 days again, so on Tuesday – being the 1st day – I decided the first things on the list would be pampering/maintenance shizzle.
Because DAMN… it has been a while.
I texted my GF from highschool and organised to get pedicures the next morning, immediately after school drop off. Because it is also the first day of my 2 and a bit weeks of leave (that has been approved and then not approved and then kind of approved sort of but you need to change it and then not and then as of walking out of the door 10 minutes late still up in the fucking air BUT I DON’T EVEN FUCKING CARE cause I am not coming back until March 18 FUCK YOU)
On the way home from work and before picking up Boo, I popped into the local day spa and got me some eyebrow waxing action. As I was waiting I noticed that they have a hairdresser there now… booked an appointment THEN AND THERE for Thursday morning. My first haircut since… June? August?
THREE DAYS OF PAMPERING LOCKED DOWN, BITCHES!
Hell to the yeah.
It doesn’t matter that I can’t eat a damn thing and I feel like a knife is being twisted in my gut… I am going to look PURDY AS FUCK.
You know where this is going don’t you.
I quickly popped home after the waxing and updated my calendar with all of my lovely appointments and then dropped by the school to pick up Boo.
His aide was waiting out the front…
‘We didn’t want to worry you…’
Boo was COVERED from neck to waist in a rash.
I raced him to the doctors… only noticing halfway there AFTER Boo shouted in shock that I was red raw across my eyebrows and half my makeup removed. Great.
Nothing to worry about, probably a virus, but keep him home tomorrow as a precaution.
Cancel the pedi and keep him home and he was fine. He still has the rash but no other symptoms. It is a fucking mystery (but I suspect he has been fucking around with my body wash cause it is only on his front and arms and he has really sensitive skin) but I have washed everything and googled the shit out of meningitis in teens…
Sent him to school on the third day and went to my hairdressing appointment…
and slipped in a pedi and a takeaway coffee…
and a strawberry milk.
I reckon I am ahead already!
Take that Universe!
What would you do as a gift to yourself? Do you have any suggestions for me?