The Day My Relaxing Pedicure Was Anything But

One morning I got a text from my mom.

“Are we still getting pedicures today?

Crap! I had totally forgotten that I said that we could go that afternoon. I had bought my mom a gift card for pedicures last Mother’s Day and the deal was that my daughter and I would go with her for a fun girl’s day out.

My mind raced over all the things on my to-do list for the day; driving kids to swim team, grocery shopping, picking kids up from swim team, making food for a potluck, taking youngest to a friend’s house, packing for a trip…..

Just thinking about the list made my heart beat faster. I decided that I probably could use some stress relief. I have been a bit high strung lately. A nice pedicure in a relaxing massage chair would be nice. I had exactly one hour between all of the day’s errands and activities to fit it in.

“Sure. How about 1:00?” I texted back.

I did all my chauffeuring duties, ran through the grocery store like I was on an episode of Supermarket Sweep, and managed to get us all to the nail salon.

We were lucky to not have to wait long and were called back to our chairs. I had in my hands my car keys, my chosen color of nail polish, my cell phone, and the ticket for my pedicure. I was backing my tush up into the chair and was attempting to remove my shoes, set my purse down, and also set all of the items down on the little tray.

My daughter exclaimed “I forgot my Kindle! It’s in your car, can you unlock it?” and went sprinting out the door. I was fumbling for my key fob to unlock the car doors and the next thing I knew there was a tiny splash. My cell phone had fallen into the foot water.

I stared at it for a few seconds. It looked kind of pretty glowing in that bubbly blue water. Then panic ensued. I frantically reached into the water to grab it while a bunch of ladies started talking in a language I didn't understand and throwing towels at me. You would think my newborn baby was drowning by the dramatic reaction that ensued.

I managed to fish it out and pat it dry. I turned the power off right away because, unfortunately, this wasn't my first rodeo when it came to damaging a smartphone.

“It still work?” my nail lady asked me as she was applying a salt scrub to my calves.

“I'm not sure, I hope so.” I remembered that I was there to try and relax. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

“Mom! My chair isn't working!” My daughter’s massage chair wasn't turning on. I tried to get it to work, systematically pushing each button. Nothing.

“Her chair isn't working” I said to her nail technician. She smiled and nodded at me. I pointed to the remote and shook my head. “It isn’t working.” She kept smiling and nodding. I gave up.

“Sorry, honey, I don't think it works.”

“But Mooooo-oooooom, that's my favorite part” she whined.

“Just read on your Kindle or something.”

“It still work?” my smiling lady pointed to my phone.

“I think so.” I said, although I had no idea if it was still working. I started to think about my to-do list. I was leaving in the morning to drive seven hours with the kids to a family reunion. I needed my phone for the GPS because I wasn’t certain how to get there. If it didn’t work, I wasn’t sure what I would do, I wouldn’t have time to take it anywhere to get it fixed that evening. I was feeling very overwhelmed and a little panicky. I was tired. I was dreading the long drive alone with the kids. My eyes started to tear up.

I am NOT going to cry in the middle of this nail salon” I thought to myself. I frantically looked around the room for something to divert my attention. I was trying so hard not to cry that I could feel my face turn red and sweat broke out on my forehead. The lady doing my nails looked at me and smiled. “It still work?” She pointed to my phone. I stared at her.

My mom asked me a question and I turned to answer her.

“Are you CRYING?” she asked and I answered the only way one can answer when asked that question.

“No!” I said defensively. I sounded like a petulant teenager.

But then the dam broke and I couldn’t hold it in any more.

“I mean, yes!” I wailed and the tears started to fall. “I just have so much to do and I don’t know when I’m going to fix my phone and I need it in the morning and I am feeling very overwhelmed…..” I blabbered on and on in a shaky voice. My voice was shaking because my chair was set to vibrate. I was still sweating. It was all very awkward.

The ladies doing our pedicures started talking very rapidly in their language. I don’t actually speak it, but I’m pretty sure they said “this chick is crazy! She is crying and sweating and her face looks like a tomato!”

My mom was looking at me with a mixture of compassion and bewilderment. I think she was afraid to say anything because I was clearly a loose cannon at this point.

I managed to pull myself together and soon the pedicure was over. My nail lady was trying to put my flip flops on so I could go sit by the dryer. My left pinky toe is slightly deformed and sits on top of the toe next to it. She was getting frustrated that my toe wasn’t down like the rest of them.

“Just relax!”

“I am relaxed” I lied. I wasn’t really relaxed at all, but my pinky toe sure was. In fact, it is probably the most relaxed of all my toes, just hitching a ride on the other one like it has been for the past 39 years.

“Don’t lift up your toe!” she was getting angry.

“I’m not.”

“Yes you ah! Just relax your toe!”

“I CAN’T! It just stays like that!”

She was trying to push it down, which was actually quite painful. It doesn’t move that way. Tears sprang to my eyes again. This time from pain. I was worried she was going to break my little toe bones. She finally got my shoes on, we sat by the dryer to dry our polish, paid our bills, and headed outside to go about the rest of our day.

“Thanks, guys! This was, um, fun!” my mom said as we left. Poor mom. I definitely owe her a less dramatic, more relaxing pedicure day with the girls.  



In case you are wondering, my iPhone survived the foot water swim. I let it sit in a sealed bowl of rice and it is as good as new.

Also in case you are wondering, my pinky toe is still crossed over the one next to it.