Last Friday evening I started to 'activate' the pen first. I tried it out on my left hand rather quickly in the few mins RK was playing with DT. Then DT sensing I was unusually quiet (read staying out of their way) came over to comment 'Oh, girlie stuff!' RK followed. So a temporary stop ensued. However I had made up my mind and was looking forward to my experiments.
Post RK slumber I convinced DT who likes to watch 'Lost' without lights (for good reason) to have the dining light on and started on my painting. A couple of tries later, there I had it. A manicured, ahem french style left hand with nail art. DT rightly commented that it looks like a little girls hand. That's the look when there are no long nails to begin with. But hey I had painted nails! Though any woman upon a second look or some upon the first will see what an amateur job this was. Now come to the right hand, I had the tips done but the painting not yet. I am nowhere close to ambidextrous! :-D
DT so very sweetly came to the rescue and painted them for me. Oh....Aw....ya, he is sweet! (heart)
That night I went to bed feeling all elegant, proud etc. A working mommy that had a manicure which didn't cost her a fortune (35$ is a fortune for me for a manicure!)
Come next morning, DT was around when I had to wash the rice so that hurdle passed. Then came the numerous tasks like washing the peach RK wanted, washing his hand since he played with the dirty water on the deck. That was the day RK decided to pee in the seconds before his fresh diaper was being put on. So I had to wipe that away. For all this I was very careful. I cut veggies without getting my nails wet. I moved the veggies around the colander with a spoon to wash them in place of using my hands! Yes it took me more time to cook like that but all remained in place. Then come time to give RK his lunch, I noticed the nail on my right middle finger (pointedly) was sans nail art, blotchy clear polish and bits of white tip. By the time I was done with washing his hands after lunch, 3 nails had the same fate. I was hoping all that nail art and glitter had not gone into his food! Come a trip to the beach later by night the left hand wasn't looking all that elegant either! By Sunday evening I had my uneven, plain Jane nails back. And that is the end of mommy manicure!
