Confused Woman!

The evening before Thanksgiving, many are rushing to purchase groceries for the meal, filling up the gas tank for the drive to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, or heading out for a night of bar hopping, since there’s no work tomorrow and instead, lots of food, drinks, football, and shopping!

No matter what your plans are tonight, let’s all be thankful for the big and little things in our lives.  I’m grateful to finally be able to purchase a house as a single mom and leaving expensive rent behind.  I feel fortunate to have a job I love that pays enough to put this roof over my daughter’s head.

We should all be grateful for the children in our lives (if you have them), especially after the horrific bus crash in Chattanooga, TN.  Every day we entrust their safety to others, and we should hug them a little tighter every time they are returned to us at the end of the school day.

After the ugliness of the election, I appreciate the little things more.  A smile and warm greeting from a stranger.  The thank you when you hold the door open for the person behind you.  The gratefulness of the person you took time to help in the grocery store because they couldn’t reach the top shelf.

I was in Walmart the other day grabbing some items when my basket knocked a few boxes off of a display.  A mom and her little boy were walking by at the time.  As I was picking up the boxes, the boy stopped and helped me put them back on the display.  I told him he didn’t have to do that and how sweet he was for helping me.  He said you’re welcome, and went on his way.

It was so nice and kind it brought a tear to my eye.  After the recent months of people being so horrible to each other, it was moving and cute that he came to help me.  This little guy made my day, and showed me that we don’t count out the little gestures.  They go a very long way.

May you all have a most wonderful Thanksgiving with your family and friends.

After a couple of exhausting weeks closing, packing, moving, and unpacking, I was ready to get a haircut/color.  My dear friend Anne recommended her niece and I thought I would give her a try.  Hairstylists are like doctors and dentists…you always need a referral.  These are not people you Google.

Steph was not only very nice, kind, and talented, she treated me like I was a darn celebrity in Beverly Hills.  I kid you not.  I cannot remember the last time I was so spoiled and not maxing out a credit card.

I threw ideas out for a color and cut, and we found something that was fun and edgy, out of my comfort zone.  Not crazy, but not conservative mom either.  While the color is processing, I’m not only treated to beverages and good magazines that aren’t from six months ago, but also to a warm neck pillow/massage thingy.  It was great.

Then came the shampoo.  This is not the typical pour it on and rinse it out.  It’s a scalp massage and ton of lather that would put most people to sleep.  Then came the towel over the eyes and the hand massages.  I was now falling into a deep coma.  I kept thinking, “Am I in Eden Prairie, or at the Ritz Carlton in New York?”

We get so wrapped up in taking care of everyone else in our lives, we forget that we need to take care and spoil ourselves once in awhile.  There’s nothing wrong with making time to relax and focus on our insides and stop worrying about everything on our outsides.

I am so looking forward to my next appointment…a moment to feel like a pampered celeb without the sky-high price tag.