Two interesting things happened to me today.
First, I almost got a cell phone ticket. I was literally at the light 30 seconds from my house. I had finished my court appearances for the morning and was still wearing my suit, sitting in the drivers seat with one foot on the seat and intently texting my sisters in law (we have a long running group text going on).
All of a sudden I heard a loud honk and I looked up to see a stereotypical, beefy-looking, mustached LASD scowling at me from behind his sunglasses. He shook his head at me. I waved apologetically and meekly put my phone underneath my butt and pretended to concentrate on the car in front of me.
I hadn’t felt that simultaneously embarrassed and chastised since I was in second grade and I got kicked out of class for talking too much and I told the older kids who found me outside the classroom that I was just hanging out when my lupine crone of a teacher came out and blew my cover. She was the worst teacher ever. I would have rather had Professor Snape teach me for the rest of my public school education than go through second grade with Mrs. Sheldahl again.
Anyways, the second strange and unexpected thing that happened today was I got my eyebrows threaded and a pedicure. I know, ain’t nobody got time for that! Except I did!
What happened was our speech therapist is located near the mall, and after an hour long speech evaluation (which is a lot of activity – mostly playing, questioning and observing by the therapist), Tiny Boss crashed out on me. I tried to get him into the car seat but gave up after he would wake up and cry. So I stuck him in a stroller (funny how I can stick him in a stroller without waking him up, but the car seat is an entirely different matter).
So what do you do when you have a sleeping toddler and you’re stuck at the mall? You get your eyebrows done, and you hope he doesn’t wake up. You eat a light lunch, and you hope he doesn’t wake up. You hold him (because he did wake up, but went back to sleep) while you get your toenails done, and try to enjoy the massage chair as much as you can with twenty-plus pounds of deadweight on one shoulder.
And that was my strange day. I had been dreaming of getting threaded, waxed, a pedicure, and haircut for a while and half of it happened today. It wasn’t nearly as fantastic as I thought it would be. It’s hard to relax when you’re constantly wondering when the boss will be back.