"Good morning, Auntie Al," I slurred, ducking away from a chocolate donut the baby was trying to shove into my mouth.
"I have a massage appointment today, but I'd rather sit home and cuddle with the dog. And I have to go to Wal-Mart. You can take it if you want."
"Let me think about it," I said, watching the melee unfold before me.
Two hours later, I had to start getting dressed if I was going to make it to the appointment. "Should I go?"
"Yeah, hon, go." My husband's face was calm amidst a storm of flying toys and screaming children that would unsettle most adults. I raised an eyebrow at him. "No, seriously, go. I'm fine."
An hour later, I was undressed and sandwhiched between two giant electric blankets on a massage table. Renee told me she was going to do a lot of stretching and deep-tissue massage, and instructed me to let her know if she was massaging too hard.
"I don't think that'll be a problem." I informed her. "Just...could you dim the lights? And do you mind if I listen to this audiobook?"
I spent the next hour being blissfully man(woman?)handled and listening to Shiver in the warm darkness. It is hard to say who I love most today: my sister, my husband, Maggie, or Renee. They all conspired to make me relax and they WON.
I spent the rest of the day ducking flying toys and random foodstuffs and the serving as the choicest seat in the house once again. After the massage, though, I had a much better attitude about it all. I even managed to tap out something substantial while juggling the little
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Listening to: "Change" by Taylor Swift
Obsessed with: Fruit candied popcorn from the mall. The green ones.