When I'm a mom...

...which will not be anytime soon, so don't get any ideas...I will not bring in my screaming child to a manicure/pedicure place and then spend the next 20 minutes trying to get her to quiet down while I start my pedicure. Instead, perhaps, I will think to myself, "Yes, I wanted a pedicure today, but this is not relaxing for me, nor the paying customers around me, so I think I'll just go home and try again later, sans child."

Ranae and I treated ourselves to a holiday pedicure. Foot massage, massage chair, pretty pink polish. Almost perfection minus the woman I've described above. I felt so sorry for her little girl. She wasn't just crying and/or wimpering. She was outright screaming. She had a good set of lungs, let me tell you.

I know I'm not a mom and cannot fully appreciate how hard it must be to get away for a little pampering time, but this situation seemed a bit ridiculous. Finally, thankfully, the owner politely suggested that she come back another time to finish. They didn't charge her for what they had done thus far, so I thought that seemed fair.