This is just sooo wrong!

A harsh realization

You know as a parent of a new born you want to do everything to protect them and raise them to be be a happy child who becomes a productive member of society. You try to do all the right thing for them, and sometimes those decisions are difficult ones.
My baby is now 17 years old and is a happy, healthy young man. Last night as I was texting him the same text I text him almost weekly, sometimes bi-weekly I realized that I am a horrible mother. What kind of living caring mother would continually subject their child to that? Did those words types ever so gleefully onto my phone change things? Did I change my mind? NO! As I am realizing this I thought I will continue these text for as long as I need too.
The text, the same one every time goes like this: meet me at happy hour. . . send and my 5 little words are gone, they end up on his phone which he received somewhere on his commute home. He gets off the train and comes to meet me and my friends as we drink the best $3.00 margaritas any happy hour has. I always have a come for him, sometimes calamari sometimes just chips.
Anyways I just has to share how sometimes you try do hard to do the right thing for your kids but then there are those 5 little words and you know that they are not the best ones for your child to continually read.
Have a wonderful day!

Mani/pedi

Yesterday afternoon I got done work early so I decided I would go get a mani/pedi and relax a little.
I sat down in my lumpy chair and placed my feet in the luke warm water, I adjusted the chair massager and positioned it just as I like it.
After 10 mins someone came to assist me, she pulled my feet out of the water then placed a pillow in my lap, placed a towel over it and proceeded to put cotton and acetone over my gel nails and wrap them in foil. As soon as both hands were wrapped she started unwrapping and trying to remove the pre-exsisting gel from my nails. She was very confused why they didn't come right off an ended up doing more acetone soaked cotton and filing off the polish. After all the polish was scrapped from my right hand she realized my feet were still out of the water and places them back in the now cold water.
She began removing the gel from my left hand which came off very easy after sitting for 30 mins. Then began the process of filing and buffing my paper thin nails.
At this point another non English speaking women came to begin my pedicure. While the gal giving me my manicure placed the light box on the pillow that had been placed in my lap. Remember the towel that had been placed over the pillow? It was left there along with the gel scrapings from my nails. I know YUCK!
At this point I am balancing the light box so it will not fall in the water while I am getting my feet massaged and getting gel applied.
After an hour the ordeal was over and I left the salon vowing never to return there again.