Me-cation

I am in the midst of my inaugural “me-cation”. That’s a term I’ve coined to represent taking extended time away from home just for the purpose of relaxing. As a wife and mother time alone is a luxury hardly seen. It doesn’t happen without some planning. But it’s worth the effort.

I began this weekend of self indulgence on Friday night. Dinner with a friend and girl time afterward at her place.
Saturday morning kicked off with time in the salon, and the shampoo girl had apparently eaten her Wheaties because she gave my hair a thorough scrubbing and my scalp felt brand new by the time she was done.

The next stop on my egotistic journey was a spa where I experienced a first. The masseuse was a man. How awkward to be so nude in front of a stranger of the opposite sex who is getting paid to feel you up! And I don’t think this guy was gay so I was anxious to see how this would turn out. I got over the jitters the minute he applied pressure to my aching muscles, the way only a man’s hands can. It was divine. From this day forth I will request a man for my massages.

Now, I’m sitting here in the plush bedding of a local Double Tree with a delightful Thai dinner digesting in my belly. I’m alone, free to read, sleep, blog, watch TV or even pick my nose without a soul to interrupt me.