There are many things that should follow this statement, but I’m a little stuck at the fact that I, rather irretrievably, smell like a pot-head.
See, it goes like this. In light of everything going on in our household, Jeff and I came to the conclusion that we ought to get a membership at the local YMCA. The volunteer program that I participated in before we moved wasn’t available here (and besides which it was very stressful), so we went ahead and paid for a family membership. We think that the exercise, downtime for me, and time for Fiona to socialize and swim will be valuable.
We joined last week and were dismayed to learn that the indoor pool, a big selling point for Fiona, was closed until this week for repairs. So, today was the first day we could swim.
Fiona and I headed in, in last years slightly too small (for her) and slightly baggy (me) swimsuits.
It was great. I honestly haven’t seen her that joyful in a long time. She giggled and squealed and played without any reserve or anxiety. I love the water. I love how the water washes the anxiety away.
A couple of hours later, it was clear she was worn out, so we got out and on a harebrained whim (I seem to have a lot of those), we headed to Target to grab a couple of things and spoil ourselves a little. Stunningly, by creatively navigating the store to avoid chairs and toys we were able to enjoy our entire trip. No screaming! No crying! No fighting! Just a cooperative kid being a kid in a store.
It was bliss. (Yes, an uneventful shopping trip in Target was bliss. Don’t judge.)
So, right, where was I going with this? Oh, yes, Mary Jane.
We eventually got home with our loot. I left the gorgeous vase and cute top but got myself a food processor… My priorities are… in order.
And I realized that my husband was going to be home late from work and that I had the time to shed the chlorine and get cleaned up. So I did. While I was at it, I thought I would go ahead and pamper myself with a loofah and this all natural moisturizing soap that picked up on impulse a couple of weeks ago. I mean, you have to moisturize when you go to the pool, right?
That impulse buy, it was on a bad day. It was on one of those days that was mostly screaming and crying and I just needed one thing and the store and some lotion. And I accidentally grabbed a moisturizing soap. Which made me cry when I got to the end of that very hard day and looked at it and realized it was soap and that I couldn’t moisturize.
But today, it seemed like a good idea. Until I had lathered about half my body and started to sniff.
It smelled like… pot.
I looked at the bottle closely. “7 Natural moisturizers.” “With real hemp oil!”
So, I smell like a pot head, but I only sudsed; I didn’t inhale.