Every once in a while, not nearly as often as I would like, I treat myself to a pedicure.¬† For $30, I get to sit back and relax as someone else does all the dirty work of making my feet a little less ucky.¬† To be fair, I should say that I really dislike feet, even my own, so I spend most of the time feeling embarrassed about making someone else touch my feet.¬† But I sit through it so that when I wear sandals or peep toes or take off my shoes at home, I don’t look like a cave woman.
Through all of that embarrassment, I still find the whole process to be relaxing.¬† I look forward to my roughly bi-monthly visits to the nail salon.¬† Sometimes, I don’t even bring in my cell phone, so that no one can bug me while I’ll sit there reading a random magazine and trying not to kick my technician in the face when she tickles my feet.
So this weekend, I left my husband and daughter at home and went for a little Mommy time.¬† I plopped down in my vibrating chair with OPI’s Diva of Geneva and prepared to be spoiled. All of a sudden, I hear a sound that I’m not supposed to hear at a nail salon.¬† It’s a sound that I hear all too often, but just shouldn’t be subjected to when I’m trying to relax.¬† I hear Ariel.¬† Ariel from Disney’s The Little Mermaid singing about whozits and whatzits and thingamabobs.¬† It’s a great song, don’t get me wrong.¬† I hope it sticks in your head the rest of the day now, too.¬† But I don’t want to hear it while I’m trying to have my ‘Me Time’.
Why was The Little Mermaid playing at a nail salon?¬† That’s a great question!¬† I’m glad you asked.¬† It was playing because the mother next me had brought her¬†7 year old daughter in for a mani-pedi as well.¬† “She got an A on her spelling test, so we’re having a Mommy and Me trip to the salon.”¬† The woman told me in a hushed and excited tone.¬† “That’s… great,” I managed to say awkwardly as I remembered the sticker I was lucky to get on a test in elementary school.¬† As the mother/daughter combo finished up about 20 minutes later, I heard the mother make their next appointment.¬† Apparently, three weeks from now, the little girl will have aced another test.¬† “Let’s make sure she gets the Princess Chair again, too!”¬† That’s right.¬† My favorite nail salon has installed a Princess massage chair for the 12 and under set.¬† And it comes with a DVD player, so the little girls can watch their favorite princess movies during their Mommy and Me time.
Now I can fully support Mommy and Me swim classes, yoga workouts and tea time.¬† My daughter and I spend lots of time dressing up like princesses and dancing around our house.¬† But Mommy and Me mani-pedis just take it too far.¬† A line must be drawn!¬† And here is my big line in the sand.¬† If I can’t even get away once a month and spend $30 on my poor toes, there is no way my little girl is going to get monthly $25 mani-pedi of glittery pink polish that will chip off in¬†two days.¬† And I can apply that crap at home!¬† I don’t have feminist issues with allowing my daughter to sport Lisa Frank-inspired neon fingernails.¬† I have a logical issue with spending that much money so that my daughter can pretend to be a grown up.¬† If I’m going to spend quality time with my daughter, I hope it will focus on child activities, something the two of us can learn and do together.¬† Something suitable for a child.¬† I hope Mommy and Me time doesn’t become a situation where I drag my daughter along to my grown-up girl¬†activities and call it bonding.
I don’t think we need to have another place where children are banned. I’m not saying that salons should start carding.¬†But next time, maybe I’ll request the princess chair at my nail salon.¬† That way no¬†one’s little darling¬†will be there to ruin my Mommy time.