I succumbed to the pressure. Well, something had to be done. I needed an excuse to take a break from 24/7 parenting duty as well as a chance to have uninterrupted Girl Time with my wonderful friend here, Diana.
So we grabbed two babysitters (leaving Emily at Diana's house with the five--yes, five--boys) and bolted. It had to be quite the scene to see two mothers literally running out of the house while two of the six are melting down and trying to catch them. It's been a couple of years since I've been able to do this, and it's quite the Hawaiian thing to have fancy pedicures. At the recent squadron picnic, it became obvious that I was the only woman there, whether servicemember or spouse, who didn't have fancy toes. I got a lot of good-natured flak for that since I'm the squadron commander's spouse and apparently supposed to be polished. (Oh, please. It's a red-letter day if I get to shave my legs.) So I took that as a sign that I needed some pampering.
What cracks me up is the way we adopt certain expectations or customs of the culture we find ourselves in. Spending money on toenails just normally doesn't fit in with my fairly cheap nature, but every woman on this island gets pretty toes with little flower designs and bling-bling on 'em, so eventually you bend.
Well, much as I hate to admit it, I'm definitely feeling the Aloha spirit now. :) Amazing what quality girl time and charming toes can do for your mood. Even Emily is enjoying it, grabbing my feet with both hands and laughing as she tries to figure out why there are plumeria flowers on Mommy's toes.
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