The Dirty 30

Thirty years ago today I entered the world--one month late (I was due on Thanksgiving) and after putting my mom through 36 hours of labor. I had red hair and enormous cheeks.

For this momentous birthday, Greg got me a spa day last Saturday (which I insisted on planning myself) and I got to go with my friend, Julie, whose birthday is next week. We both just had babies, and our sweet husbands watched our kids for the day, a combined total of 5 kids ranging in age from 2 weeks to 4 years! Needless to say they appreciated us much more when we returned. Everything was amazing, and I had to give you a few of the descriptions of our pampering:

Desert Heat Wrap: "A self-heating bubbly mud massaged into the entire body; it is rich in copper which is considered one of the best heat conductors used within the medical field for skin repair...It brings a true sense of relaxation, health and wellbeing, leaving the skin mineralized, hydrated, and nourished." (What they failed to mention is that you are totally naked except for the tiniest little paper thong underwear imaginable, but I didn't even care).

Classic Spa Facial: This was amazing... "A luxurious and indulgent wellness based treatment personalized to achieve maximum results. This revitalizing facial includes a deep-cleansing, customized exfoliation followed by a face, neck and shoulder massage certain to ease your mind, body, and spirit. While warm stones are used to massage the hands, arms, and decollete, feet are cocooned in warm booties. A revitalizing masque is followed by antioxidant treatments that hydrates, protects, and restores the natural balance of your skin."

We also had a one-hour pedicure, arm and leg massage, brunch, crackers and cheese, and champagne spritzers. I know it was supposed to be for my 30th birthday, but we've already planned our spa day for next year! I think all women deserve to do this every once and a while so read the descriptions again, and then go spoil yourself!

Most of the rest of my birthday will be spent on antibiotics nursing my UTI, and picking up a prescriptions for my son's newly diagnosed bacterial pneumonia (non-contagious thankfully!). Sounds rough, but really it means I get to relax with my sweet kids, watch a few cartoon movies, take them to go get some ice-cream, and wait for Greg to get home -- and I don't even have to cook because he apparently has something up his sleeve to do for dinner. Not a bad way to spend the day!

Happy Birthday to me! And for some true birthday humor, visit my sister's blog: www.mimsies.wordpress.com