Rewards... it is what motivates me while in the process of meeting my personal goals. I met the first of three goals and decided to follow through with the reward I had decided on months before. A pedicure! I am a runner, I garden 2-6 hours every day and when I don't absolutely need to have my shoes on I don't, so my feet are bad. Really bad. I also have stupid issues when it comes to spending money on myself. That being said, I started making mental lists in my head why it would be better if I just did the pedicure myself at home. I finally decided that I deserve the reward, and I am going to sit back and let someone else do it. So yesterday I went to a nail salon, walked in and asked for a pedicure. I had my book and was ready to relax, something I have a very hard time doing. I sat in the big comfy chair that had little magic massage fingers in it, relaxing as they rolled and kneaded up and down my spine. The water was boiling hot, per request, and I sat back ready for the problems of the day to melt away into the water. And then it happened. I lost the moment, gone forever. From out behind a wall waddled a very petite and very pregnant little woman to do my toes. Now I mean pregnant like a stick figure with a basketball shoved up their shirt pregnant! Now how am I supposed to relax when this little woman has to sit spread eagle so her growing belly can rest somewhere between the teeny tiny stool and hover magically an inch off the ground! When she had to reach for the polish remover or any foot tool for that matter, a little gasp of pain escaped her lips. So here I am, trying to relax while my grated foot skin is falling all over the house of an unborn baby. Talk about guilt. I think next time I will spend the $25.00 on some plants and stay home, watch a movie and do my own stupid toenails.