My New New Year's Resolution

I feel like Lexi gets ignored a lot. She's quiet and doesn't make a fuss. She's maternal and likes to help care for Brooklyn and Clayton. She's my little helper and she not only doesn't complain if I ask her to do something, but usually she's done it before I even ask. She's just a very, very sweet little girl.

And she broke my heart last week, when she said, "Mom, can we just have some Lexi and Mommy time soon?"

I feel like I've been running some sort of triage, attending to the kids who need it most. Unfortunately, it's taking up so much of my time, that Lex has gotten a little lost in the shuffle. So, today, I took Lexi and Savannah (who also needed a little time away from the house and everyone) to get pedicures. It was a completely logical idea, you know, since it was freezing and the snow was coming down fast, adding to the inches already on the ground. I mean, who wouldn't think of wearing capris and flip flops to the nail salon, right?

I mentioned on Facebook how I never wear socks. I really hate things on my feet. And before you say anything, no, I don't have a sensory disorder. I just hate things on my feet. And arms. I just hate things touching my feet and arms. And neck. Ohmygosh, I cannot stand to have anything touching my neck or it feels like I'm suffocating. But no sensory disorder. Just plain ole ordinary no likey touchy stuff.

Anyhoo. The no wearing socks thing? Yeah, well that can make for some dry heels. I use the Ped Egg often because it makes my feet smooth and soft as a baby's butt. But I also use it because it grosses my kids out. After rubbing it across your no-sock-dry-heels, you open the container to find what looks like half a pound of grated parmesan cheese. Yep. Totally grosses the kids out.

But I hadn't used my Ped Egg recently. So the nail tech took a look at my heels and said, in Vietnamese, to her nail tech husband, "Ewww, wanna trade with me? I'll do the girls' feet and you do this lady's. Look at her heels! I bet she doesn't wear socks."

I looked at her with raised eyebrows and she translated for me. "Oh, I ask him what he want for dinner."

He laughed and replied in Vietnamese, "Ha ha, no way! You're on your own! Be thankful she doesn't want you to give her a facial. Do you see the size of those pores?"

The nail tech looked up at me and said, "He say he want hamburger for dinner."

But I was not buying it. I just added an 11th New Year's Resolution - learn Vietnamese.

Anyway, the girls and I had a nice time this afternoon. I think the next time, we'll do our own pedicures here at home so we don't have to walk through a blizzard in flip flops and so I don't actually have to learn Vietnamese because I'm basically too lazy for that.