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Pampered mum

Before Christmas, two friends had just got back separately from spa weekends. I would give my eye teeth to be able to afford a spa weekend, but having just moved and needing to spend any "spare" money on housey stuff, there's no way I'd be able to justify it.

I don't go without, don't get me wrong - I have been having acupuncture twice a month for a year! This is my new style of pampering, focusing on the wellbeing of both myself and the family - if I don't look after myself, how can I look after the family, that's my reasoning.

But whilst I'd love to be able to relax in a dressing gown, shimmying in and out of hot and cold spa pools, reading mags and eating elegant lunches, what I really need to pamper myself is this - 2 days of annual leave at home on my own to do the following:-

Time to take a relaxing bath, to shave my legs, do my eyebrows, paint my nails, spend time straightening my hair with lots of product in it, lounge around in posh pyjamas, read a couple of chapters of my book, maybe just get dressed for a half hour walk on the common, get dressed into my posh pjs again, think about what I am going to eat, prepare something nice (and healthy) just for myself like a fancy salad, make a smoothie, meditate or at least try to for five minutes... and more reading.

Do you get my drift? Just a couple of days on my own would do it. I don't need fancy dressing gowns to relax. Just my own house, the day after our cleaner has been preferably and it's still nice and tidy! Elf can go into after-school club til 6pm, Mr Humdrum can cook that night. Oh this is so what I want to do. I'm going to book time off - bugger I have no annual leave til after March ... I'll have go sick.

What would you do to pamper yourself?

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