Hanging My Big Girl Pants Out to Dry

In the past seven days, I have:

• Worked 20 hours of overtime
• Refinanced my house
• Made daily phone calls with multiple office visits to get things set up for my dog to do a trial on a prescription diet (she's allergic to something and she is miserably itchy....trying to figure out how to make her more comfortable without dropping a boatload of money on a doggie dermatologist.....who even knew there was such a thing?!?!?!)
• Renegotiated my cable/internet setup with Charter
• Attended a meeting and worked on making a decision about an international trip
• Driven a U-HAUL

In other words, I have had my big-girl-pants on for seven straight days. It was time to take them off. So today, I decided to take a break from being an adult and treat myself.

Just how did I treat myself, you ask?

I planned to:

• Sleep in until 10:00.
• Grab an Almond Mocha (milk chocolate) from Caribou
• Get a manicure and luxury pedicure (including a leg mask and hot stone massage)
• Get Jimmy John's
• Eat it in the park
• Lay in the sun with my dog and read
• Hang out with a couple of dear friends and talk about life
• Grill steaks for dinner with my beloved roommie and spend the evening talking and laughing with her

I did not necessarily count on:

• Having an entertaining conversation about Disney princesses with the Hyvee Caribou barista
• Getting a call from Hannah that reminded me how funny I think she is and funny she makes me feel (Thanks for laughing at my humor, H. Glad we have the same brain.).
• Acquiring a fun new project/party to plan: my sister's 30th birthday (Life Rule #247: Nobody should have to plan their own 30th birthday party.). (Just two nights ago I was looking through my "planning notebook" and reminiscing over advent baskets, scavenger hunt birthday parties, themed birthday presents, etc. I LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. doing stuff like that. Now I've got my mind set on doing my sis's bday party. I think it could be epic.)
• Having a lovely conversation with my manicurist about her life at a refugee camp in Cambodia, her experience as a 15-year-old immigrant in Rochester in the 80s, the mix of joy and shame she feels over being the new grandmother of her 19-year-old daughter's baby, and the culture/food/weather/fruit/landscape/amenities of Cambodia. It's amazing what you can learn about somebody if you just ask. I have deeply enjoyed getting to know those ladies.
• Eating rum cake
• Laughing until my stomach hurt
• Semi-successfully performing a yoga pose

All in all, a lovely, no-big-girl-pants sort of day.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to bed. I am afraid I must wake up as an adult again in the morning....