A day of recharging

Today was a monumental day. I took Kate to daycare and indulged in a day completely to myself. I don’t feel an iota guilty about it either. I figure I make up for it the other 364 days out of the year that don’t belong to me.

First, I went to the Alltel store. I managed to spend an obscene amount of money on a new Blackberry and accompanying accessories. I went into the store because I needed a battery for my decrepit two-year old phone and walked out with a sharp new phone instead. That is what happens when I am allowed out unchaperoned for a day. I already have a sneaking suspicion that this phone is ammunition for the internet addiction that I already battle enjoy. There is a lovely red light that flashes every time I get a new email, which includes every time someone leaves a new comment on my blog. I believe that Craig accidentally throwing this thing out of the window is imminent. In fact, it is quite remarkable that it survived Day One.

Second, I bought a pair of new jeans. My current non-work wardrobe screams “I’ve given up on trying”, “I can’t care enough to do better than this”, “I was robbed and this is all they left” and “At least they aren’t sweatpants.” Even though I engage in very few outside of work activities, I am desperate for some decent clothes. You know, it’s important to look good when you are sitting around the house doing nothing, right? So, I bought a pair of $80 Silver Jeans. Apparently my shopping-self didn’t get the memo that I am not 23 any longer. It almost doesn’t matter though, because they are some kick-ass jeans and I can’t afford the pair of Seven’s that I really want anyway. We will consider them a consolation purchase.

Third, I went to the theater to watch a movie. I felt like I was 15 and skipping school again for the first time. I expected Mr. G (inside joke, sorry), to jump out of the closet and send me back to detention. It was so surreal I had to stop and make sure I hadn’t forgotten Kate in the bathroom and it was all just a Candid Camera moment. I watched Marley and Me, which was wonderful and heartbreaking. It hit a little too close to home in a few areas. In five years, when I take another day to myself, I will not pick a tearjerker to enjoy on my “me” day. That and I’ll do a better job of finding one with fewer hooligans kicking at the back of my seat. I was so content enjoying my day that I didn't even glare at their parents.

Lastly, I enjoyed an hour long massage. I don’t think I need to expand upon how wonderful that was. They nearly needed to evict me when it was over. I would have been content to just move in. I told them I didn't require much maintenance, but they weren't buying it.

All in all it was a glorious, albeit expensive day. It’s probably a good thing that it happens on very rare occasion. Now we return to our regularly scheduled life; laundry is calling.