Massage.......ahhhhhh............

Yesterday Miss 3 asked me to snuggle 'just for five mins' when I was trying to get her to sleep. I was actually really tired, so instead of saying no and using that time to dash around and do everything I can't do when the kids are awake, I lay down beside her for a snuggle. When she asked if she could rub cream into me, I again said 'yes' - hey, a massage is like my... kryptonite! I am powerless when a massage is suggested. Don't hate me!! She got up and got a towel for me to lie on, plus the cream, and we got ready for the massage. I ended up on my tummy with undies on, and Miss 3 rubbing cream into my back and legs, and writing letters on me.

Then I did a bad thing.

I fell asleep.

I woke up to find a little half-naked body next to me, completely covered in cream. The cream was in places several millimetres thick. She was like a little oil slick. It was almost a job for Greenpeace to de-grease her!!!!! She was a little sad because she had discovered it was hard to massage your own back. (Tell me about it!!!)

Handy Hint Number 38: According to my mother I made a fundamental mistake the first time Miss 3 massaged me by saying 'now it's your turn' after she had massaged me. Apparently mothers shouldn't let kids know it is their turn until they are at least in their teens (Mum actually said twenties, but I think that's pushing it!!)

By the way, a couple of nights ago Miss 3 looked at me and asked "Have you changed your nose?" What the..? Kids can be pretty funny.