so, a week or so before my birthday i booked myself a haircut at the spa/salon down the street because i.just.couldnt.take.it.anymore. a few days before said haircut, dave tells me that he has been in contact with the spa and has now booked me a massage as well. this massage is attached to a "mama" package, but it wouldnt be advisable with Xs current eating/napping needs to do all 5 hours of the package in one sitting. so at least i have my saturday set. :)
saturday morning rolls around and nap time is spaced well to make it happen. dave takes care of X while i get the worlds best deep tissue massage (though i was sore for like 2 days afterward from all the knots she worked out, it was worth it i think). the lady had a son and so we chatted while all my post-pregnancy and baby-lifting muscle issues were taken care of. she found like 100 ailments going on which was both gross and encouraging (gross to feel her working on them. encouraging that they can still be worked out, and that i have an excuse to come back...).
after the massage i called dave to see if X needed a nap (and thus, i needed to come home) or if i could go ahead and bump my hair appointment up and get it all done in one block. luckily things were going well on the baby front so i got the haircut. i hate how they always blow my hair out afterward, but in the end, the cut is really nice and works well for someone who has no time to style it...nor owns a hair dryer (tis true).
then sunday was upon us and i went in for my combo "jet legs" massage and pedicure (a big thanks to dave again for watching X). the jet legs was decent, but the pedicure was the best pedicure ever. really amazing to have this place down the street from me. the girl was a master and my feet have never looked or felt better. i think i will need to go in for a "tune up" a few times a year. and maybe i can convince dave to get his paddles filed and nails chiseled (relax, im not advocating that he gets nail polish).
so, it was a thoroughly lovely weekend (with beautiful weather to boot) and it rolled nicely into my monday birthday (ick, who likes a birthday on a monday?). for dinner we thought we could go out early to a nicer restaurant because X is normally in a calm and patient mood when she wakes up from her final nap. we wanted to do a pre-7p dinner at the restaurant down the street from us called "chives." its so close to home that if she was fussing we could easily get home in the worst case scenario. alas, we walked into the restaurant where like 4 of the 20 tables were taken and the hostess told us that if we didnt have a reservation then we couldnt eat tonight...really, its a monday night, MONDAY. and you have reservations enough to fill the entire place?...sure...
so we went down to the henry house pub and had dinner on their main floor. our waitress was definitely leery of us bringing a baby into her section, but X did not make a PEEP the whole time. only at the end did the waitress smile and say to her "you did a good job didnt you?" now, i know pre-baby that i hated people whose kids were noisy, and i REALLY hated parents who ignored the loud and continued on with their meal. but its nice to try and give people the benefit of the doubt at first, then they can prove to you that they are assholes later, if that is indeed the case.
(before my birthday dinner sporting my new haircut; post-dinner...what an angel...)
anyway, i had a better birthday than i have had in many years and it wasnt just because X was born (blah, blah, sentimental, blah, blah), it was because i was pampered and de-stressed and i felt good. happy happy birthday times. :) thanks a million dave (and you did a good job too X).