When I look down at my poor, suffering hands, I’m thinking I should get around to painting my nails soon. Getting around to it is tough work though. It feels much like this.
Upon deciding to paint them, I feel a sense of determination.
Taking off my old polish
Waiting for some ‘free time’ so I don’t stink everyone out of the house after complaints of the polish remove smell.
Trying to pick a nail polish colour, I’m all like
I get half way done and Gregory wakes up from his nap
I have to wipe the wet polish off my hands and now they are messy.
I am very bad at painting my nails.
Once done painting I start to blow on my fingers so it will dry faster in case the baby wakes
I start to get really light headed as a result
Looks good! Congratulations, just let it dry, don’t smudge while waiting.
Hour later, nail polish smudges slightly and there is an imperfection…
Good thing I’m not a perfectionist when it comes to my nail polish.. Still looks good to me.
Resolves to go to the salon next time and splurge on a mani-pedi for some ‘me’ and relaxation time.