Ah yes, an hour of someone's hands rubbing me with no expectations from me to reciprocate anything back to them. Add that it's in the an upscale salon downtown and I'm a suburbanite mom transformed into a trendy hipster in the city sipping on fresh flavor infused water.
In my lottery winning dreams I'd be getting massages 2x a week or so.
But no more massages for me.
You see, I'm not a fan of this...
And that's exactly what I did today.
I enjoyed the 60 minutes of bliss, but as my seat belt clicked I was back in mom mode. Chauffeur, chef, maid, and police. All of that occurred in the 60 minutes following my massage. As I took a deep breath to keep from losing my cool with the kids, I realized my relaxed, essentially oiled, loving mood was gone.
Pro tip: Don't get a massage without a buffer before reality comes right back at you.
I felt like I might have just set my money on fire. A handful of M&Ms would've been cheaper and given me the same short lived relaxation. I'll still get a massage but probably when I am on vacation and perhaps taking an F-it day from work. or when the kids are way less needy. But my next one will definitely be hours before I go back to the conditions that caused me to need a massage in the first place.