Knowing when to quit

I have a tendency to have a little OCD.

For example by eyebrows. When I pluck my eyebrows I can hardly stop myself, I just keep seeing that one little hair that is just out of line and I pluck it! Before I know it I have no eyebrows left or one is extremely shorter than the other. It's not such a great look.

Well yesterday my OCD reared it's ugly little head. All over the calluses on my feet.

My feet have been looking pretty unsightly as of late. My pumice stone just wasn't holding it's weight. Nat told me you could buy one of those Callus shavers like they use for pedicures so I ran right out and purchased one.

I pulled out the garbage can and got to work. Jena watching all the while in fascination that I was 'peeling' my feet. I got to talking with Barry and not paying attention and I look down to my foot draining blood at a faster pace than I was comfortable with.

Who knew feet bleed so much?

I thought for sure I must have skinned the whole side of my foot even though I felt no pain.
Imagine my surprise when it was a minuscule little cut.

So I break out the band aids and Barry doctored it for me. Not without a few looks of annoyance and absolute wonderment as to why I have this self inflicted wound.

I am not easily deterred however and the road to smooth and beautiful feet is apparently a long one. So I start on the next foot. This is when woulds 2 and 3 appeared.

So I found myself perched on the bathroom counter and feet in a bloody sink, because by now the first foot has long bleed through the wimpy little band aid. Ryan is nervous and concerned, he is trying to be tough but he has to keep leaving the room, the blood is just too much for him. Jena wants to bandage my feet by herself and see the wound and touch the blood and just get her nose in there as far as she can. Sara wakes up in the middle of it all and I am trying to hold her while holding my feet up in the air so Barry can stop the bleeding.

And that is no easy task I'll have you know. Sit on your bum with no back support and hold both legs 12-18" off the floor and straight out with a baby on your lap for 10 minutes straight and don't get blood on anything. Seriously, go ahead and try it. You legs will be a shakin' my friend!

Barry is absolutely disgusted with me at this point. I guess I can't blame him, though I found the whole thing a little bit funny myself. So after four 2" x 4" band aids were applied to my feet I thought I was good to go.

Jena and I hurried off to the hospital to see Melissa who had baby Zac the night before and by the time we got there my feet were hurting so badly I could hardly walk and the blood was oozing out of the band aids and now my cute dressy sandals have a red sole.

Funny thing is I have a gift certificate sitting right here on my desk for a free pedicure! But I decide to go out and spend $2.50 on a little device that has brought me not beauty but pain. Natalie later informed me that you have to stop before you feet bleed and use the pumice stone to buff out the rest. Good to know Nat, but tell it to the girl who doesn't have OCD.

Morale of the story is that you should pay a professional to beautify your feet. That's what they get paid the big bucks for.

Beauty comes with a price.
Pain or Money.
And sometimes Both.