My messy manicure

I messed my nails within 20 minutes of getting them done.  I'm leaving them.  When you look at them from a distance, they appear fine.  Up close?  I smudged the polish on my right thumb.  Looks like some of its missing on my left thumb and my left pinky finger.  The girl warned me about it being so touchy.  I tried.  I couldn't linger around the school like an idiot and I did carry my coat in the 38 degree weather. I was cold but not that cold.  I thought I could take it. 

I had to stop at the post office and get stamps.  I think that's where I did the most damage getting a card out of my purse.  Then when I got home I thought this sucks.  I started look up products on Amazon on fixing something like this and I almost got something, but I cancelled.

It doesn't suck that bad.  It is what it is.  If I went to my old place in Shorewood, they have you sit and put your nails under some heating dryer and have them dry for 20 minutes. I was kind of pressed for time at this point and I had a bit of a walk to get back to my car.

Yep, I parked about a mile away to get free parking and exercise.  I really hustled this morning.  I should have left a few minutes sooner but I made it maybe a couple of minutes late?  Most people are checking in so I wasn't too worried.  I definitely got my exercise in.  

It wasn't even about getting free parking. I just felt like I needed to get my exercise in and wow, did I ever get it in.  

Last night I crashed and started crying to my mom about feeling I work too hard and I never accomplish anything.  I told her how people at work would start diets and drop 10 pounds like that while it would take me a month to lose 8 ounces if I was lucky.  I got thrown into one menopause at the age of 46 thanks to cancer meds. 

I kind of think it started around 2021 maybe?  I started getting like this belly pooch that annoyed me and that's when things started to go down hill weight wise. I was actually starting to lose weight and I thought cool.  I kind of like this.  Yeah, I've gained since then but I think I held my own this last year.  

I told her I got another bill coming my way too.  I said it's frustrating when you hear about others doing things and all you're doing is paying to stay alive.  It doesn't feel like much of a life does it?  I was and still am not a demanding person.  I just wanted a break last night. I just feel like the sadness cloud was hanging over me and I just let my eyes sprinkle those drops.  

This morning, despite me feeling rushed, I got to spend some time doing something nice.  My polish is messed up.  Oh well. I got my nails cleaned up and filed.  I got a nice hand massage and I got to get those paraffin hand things put on my hands that felt so damn good for my tired self.  That was pretty nice.

Did I walk away feeling better about myself?  Yeah.  I did.  Messiness and all.  It was nice.  


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