This summer I've decided that I'm going to try new things that I've never managed to do because I was busy being a mom. After all the exhaustive crap we've had to deal with regarding Big Kid, Hubby and I came to the conclusion that we shouldn't wait to do some of the things we wanted to do when we get an empty nest, because our nest is never going to be empty.
My doctor and Big Kid's doctor both told me that I have to "let him go". Not "cut him out of my life" letting him go, but "get on with living my life because he is 27 and I can't make him follow his treatment plan". As my doctor pointed out, I've been blessed with a lot of miracles in the last years---I survived heart failure without any heart damage, Big Kid survived the swine flu, and I don't seem to have any permanent nerve damage in my legs from my undiagnosed diabetes. How many more miracles can I expect to get? Instead of stressing out and killing myself over worry, I need to live and enjoy life as best I can.
Sooooo....I have a list of things I'm going to do this summer that I always wanted to do. First I had some surgery I wanted to get done. Now I have an ass that is tighter than it was when I was 14. LOL
I also have a scar that runs across my back and am thinking of getting a tattoo (yes, really!) to kind of cover it up. So I'm getting a henna tat that is non-permanent to see how it makes me feel. And to see if Hubby likes it, since he is the only person who regularly sees my nekkid butt.
I don't want to get one of those trashy tramp stamps that scream "My daddy says I'm the best kisser in the county!", but I really really do like the Indian (not tribal or Native American but the India Indian) designs. Something like this, but not so big.
The next thing I'm getting is a spray tan. As a natural and freckly redhead I have never ever been able to tan. Hopefully a spray tan won't make me look like an oompa loompa. If it does, well live and learn. LOL It's temporary.
Last Saturday I got a wax for the first time. A Brazilian wax. I took some percocet left over from my surgery and Hubby drove me because I was higher than a kite.
Didn't help. If you heard screams in the distance that day, it was probably me getting hair from my hoo-ha ripped out.
I swear I was abused in places that no one but Hubby (and my gyno) has touched in 22 years without buying me dinner first.
How in the hell do women survive THAT on a regular basis?
Are there any new things you want to try some time?
Hope you're having a great summer!