Yesterday was our 3 year anniversary. Like the years past, we went to Cave B and had dinner. I really enjoy that place, the views are beautiful, the restaurant is small, and never crowed. Also there are no kids. Not before you all go and judge, I like kids. I just feel that there are places that kids shouldn't be, nor do they really want to be there. This has been a conversation that I have had with many friends in the past few weeks. I work in a salon. It's not big, but I love it. I have worked in a salon as a nail tech for almost 16 years. I have worked in 5. I have a couple favorites, and they are all so different. GJ was, and always will be my favorite. It's a 5 star salon, and as the nail department we were considered part of the spa. Not that I agreed with that in a couple ways. The music was one of the reasons, but I did like that it was for the most part quiet. See, there were so few times that kids were even brought into that part of the salon, that I can really only remember one time. Of course it was when a client of mine was from out of town, and she brought her 3 year old in get her nails done. The mother assured me that she was going to sit on her lap and be so good. Yeah.. right... Because this child really wanted to sit with her mom for an hour fill... Now here is where it gets dicy... the child is sitting on her mom's lap.. moving all around while I have a sharp file in my hand, trying to get this woman's nails done. Her child is not quiet while there are pedicures going on, so I am trying to hurry while she is wiggling around and telling her mom that she wants down. I finally get the filing done, and then the products have to come out. Now most of you don't know what I am talking about when I tell you what I need, and what is in all the stuff I use, but lets just say that it's liquid, powder, a brush that can't be touched by hands. I need everything free of dust. So here I am.. expected to be artistic, steady handed, and get my client done in the time she is scheduled for because I have more than one... After the second finger I am ready to bust... her child who I am not blaming, is crying, trying to get out of her mom's lap, touching all the things on my desk, moving to grab the lap, asking for her nails to be polished, and wanting to get off and walk around. Super... I tell her that she needs to take a min. and try and get her daughter to calm down because not only is she making my job harder with the death grip on her mom's fingers, but she is disrupting the two pedicures going on in the close rooms in the nail department. See this is where I am having an issue. It's hard on me.. but it's also hard on the other guests that are trying to enjoy their services... so it's not that I don't like kids... it's that there are some places that I feel like not only they shouldn't be there.. but that they DON'T want to.
At dinner last night Matt and I talked about if we thought that we might have another exchange student after our dear Hanna leaves. I told him that really I guess we will see how we both feel after she is gone. We have a child who depends on us, loves us, we take care of her, enjoy doing things with her and have her presence in our house. How will I feel when she is gone? Back to Brazil.. not a place I can just go and see her when I miss her. Matt said to me last night "I like our life". I agree.. We are a childless married couple. I see this written.. and it's weird to me. I mean, I KNOW we don't have kids, but seeing it spelled out as a "childless couple" is weird to me. I like our life too.. it's all I know. I won't ever be a mom. Matt wont be a dad. But we have each other, the dogs, and the ability to do what ever we want when we want. There is something to say about that for sure. I tell my friends all the time, just because Matt and I don't have kids, doesn't mean that we don't like them. It doesn't mean that we don't want to be invited to your kids' birthday parties, or over to your house for dinner, or see or know what your kids are doing. It means that we CANT have them. It's what it is. In my mind....
Heath
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