~I'd live at the spa. Or go once a week. I don't care how "high-maintenance" and hoity-toity (a phrase I LOVE to use) it makes me sound, if my benefits covers massage at TighNaMara, I may go every ten days or so. Peter said he'd happily watch Bella, I'll go to the spa, have a swim in the mineral pool (free to spa guests) and a massage for an hour or so. Since massage is covered, my outlook on life has greatly improved. A couple hours of alone time, a massage, and home.
~I would get a tub like the one we used yesterday. It was hand pounded copper, and retains heat beautifully. It had a big hump in the middle so that when you lay in it, it supported your knees, taking pressure off your lower back. Not sure how much pressure is created when you're sitting in the water, but whatever, it was nice. I love being in the bathtub. LOVE IT.
~ I would eat out a lot. I love trying new foods, seeing how people make things beautiful and tasty.
~ I would have such a beautiful kitchen that it would entice me to stay at home and cook, just to be in there. I would have copper pots, and a beautiful gas stove and would feel like I was on a cooking show every time I boiled water.
~I'd live in a log cabin. Maybe this one. And I would have a lot of land, and no neighbors in sight. Not that I have an issue with my neighbors now, but I'd really prefer to be alone.
~I'd have a little four stall barn and I'd teach my daughter to ride. And when things got stressful, we'd hop on and run up into the hills and come back when we feel better.
~I'd travel. It's been so long since I've gone anywhere that I can't think about it or I develop a twitch. I'd let Bella see the world.
~I'd never go back to work. I'd stay home with my beautiful little angel, homeschool her and have dinner on the table for Peter when he gets home. Or have dinner reservations.
But yesterday felt like a million dollars. What an amazing anniversary. I'll post photos soon. I used my camera underwater though, and although it's made for that, I'm waiting a few days before I take out the memory card in order to ensure that it's totally dry. Because I'm paranoid like that.
But it was six whole hours, where nothing was required of me, where my worry for Bella seemed a lot farther away then it usually does, and where I got to actually talk to my husband. It was glorious, and not because of the spa, though it helped. It would have been nice to just sit on a couch somewhere in front of the fire and say, "hey! I know you! How've you been lately?" That was nice.
Thanks mom and dad for watching our angel. You have no idea what those six hours meant to me.
~I would get a tub like the one we used yesterday. It was hand pounded copper, and retains heat beautifully. It had a big hump in the middle so that when you lay in it, it supported your knees, taking pressure off your lower back. Not sure how much pressure is created when you're sitting in the water, but whatever, it was nice. I love being in the bathtub. LOVE IT.
~ I would eat out a lot. I love trying new foods, seeing how people make things beautiful and tasty.
~ I would have such a beautiful kitchen that it would entice me to stay at home and cook, just to be in there. I would have copper pots, and a beautiful gas stove and would feel like I was on a cooking show every time I boiled water.
~I'd live in a log cabin. Maybe this one. And I would have a lot of land, and no neighbors in sight. Not that I have an issue with my neighbors now, but I'd really prefer to be alone.
~I'd have a little four stall barn and I'd teach my daughter to ride. And when things got stressful, we'd hop on and run up into the hills and come back when we feel better.
~I'd travel. It's been so long since I've gone anywhere that I can't think about it or I develop a twitch. I'd let Bella see the world.
~I'd never go back to work. I'd stay home with my beautiful little angel, homeschool her and have dinner on the table for Peter when he gets home. Or have dinner reservations.
But yesterday felt like a million dollars. What an amazing anniversary. I'll post photos soon. I used my camera underwater though, and although it's made for that, I'm waiting a few days before I take out the memory card in order to ensure that it's totally dry. Because I'm paranoid like that.
But it was six whole hours, where nothing was required of me, where my worry for Bella seemed a lot farther away then it usually does, and where I got to actually talk to my husband. It was glorious, and not because of the spa, though it helped. It would have been nice to just sit on a couch somewhere in front of the fire and say, "hey! I know you! How've you been lately?" That was nice.
Thanks mom and dad for watching our angel. You have no idea what those six hours meant to me.
