In the midst of all the "fun," we headed to Orland Park Mall to pick up new jeans and gym pants for Daniel who insists on growing an inch a week. His sensory issues resulted in an hour of whining and crying because he had to try on pants with the tags still on:
These are soooo itchy.
I think I need a Band-Aid.
Am I bleeding here?
C'mon, Mom. Can't you take the tags off NOW?
I was so annoyed and stressed that I took all my anxiety out on the Lancome make-up counter. I frantically loaded up on needless creams and magical potions meant to restore my lost youth. There were free gifts! My eye puffiness could be cured! Oooh....wrinkle removers! I bought eyeliner that cost more than my first car:
|All this, and people would still tell me I look tired.|
I realize now these were stupid and impulsive purchases meant to dull my ache for a single word of kindness or appreciation from the 7 & under crowd. I will have to return them all this week.
There was one purchase, though, that will not be going back. I also stopped by the As Seen on T.V. store and bought the Ped Egg. After a summer of going barefoot and wearing flimsy flip-flops, the callouses and cracked skin on my feet were out of control. I had already tried expensive creams and pumice stones to tame the problem, but nothing had worked.
I was in a sad and hopeless state on Sunday evening - feeling that all my mothering work was for naught and I was raising children that would think nothing of sticking me in a home. Yet after 10 minutes alone with my Ped Egg, my mood lifted. Gone were the callouses and dry patches. They were now relegated to a neat little pile of powdered foot. Pink and healthy skin was restored. It was amazing.
|It's like taking a cheese-grater to your foot.|
So for the bargain basement price of $9.99, I headed to bed happy, callous-free, and committed to never ever doing anything fun with my children again. Unless it involves the Ped Egg.