I so love having hours to myself. I clean, write more for my manuscript in progress, work on this blog, and–sometimes–take a nap. And lately, I have been pampering myself. Moisturizing treatments, scrubs, and especially facials.
I have done the creamy, mud-likes ones. I also did a couple of those papery, full sheet ones, the funny looking kind with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. Having no idea what the whole “charcoal in a face mask” thing was about, I decided to give that a try. I am very happy to say it did not smell like charcoal, which was my biggest fear with it.
I also did a sugary scrub one. Though all facials can be pretty messy, that one took the cake for sure. It stuck to my fingertips, the package, everything. I had a several grains of it that even refused to be rinsed out of my hairline.
No matter which kind of product I used, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. I loved being able to feel special. Being able to feel important to myself. Being able to feel pretty.
Several days after my last facial application, Choo-choo and I were sitting on his rocking chair before bed. He had his hands on my cheeks to make me do “Mommy Squishy-face” when he suddenly stopped what he was doing.
“Your skin is so soft,” he told me with a bit of surprise. He has NEVER said that to me before.
“Thank you, sweetie.” I smiled and hugged him.
I guess those facials are working!