burnt toast

I am not one to indulge in material things for myself. Like many mothers I afflict upon myself the “burnt toast syndrome”.  Putting family before myself, choosing to put the wants, needs, and desires of my children before my own.  For whatever reason I choose not to spend money on things for myself (even at Target!).  In this cold Ohio winter you will not see me trudging around in Ugg boots, nor is the back of my right shoulder emblazoned with The North Face logo.  I do not own designer handbags, although there is a particular Coach bag I’ve been coveting lately. 

Don’t get me wrong, if I had the spare cash to spend I’d be first in line at the mall.  However, the extra cash isn’t there, so I don’t spend it.  Don’t feel sorry for me.  I, like so many mothers, choose this path willingly and with no complaints.  It’s a big whatev.

There is however one little indulgence that I do allow myself, and that is getting my nails done.  I have been a nail biter my entire life and a couple of times over the years I have indulged in acrylic nails.  In January 2009 I decided to take the plunge once again and headed to the local nail salon to get a “full set”.  Here we are one year later, January 2010, and I just returned this afternoon from getting a “fill”.  I didn’t think I would keep up with it this long but boy, do I love it!  After a lifetime of stubby, chewed upon fingertips, I feel so luxurious with my long nails.  I feel pretty.   I feel put-together.  I feel sexy. 

Getting my nails done is the one thing that I shell out the cash for on a regular basis.  It is the one time I don’t feel guilty for spending money on me. 

How about you?  Do you have a luxury that you allow yourself?  Maybe it’s a certain perfume?  or a favorite brand of shoes?  Or a regular mani/pedi ?  Do tell.